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inuyashaluver · 1 month

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Hi lovely I love ur stuff 🩷 I have a little request/idea - obviously feel free to ignore it

I was thinking R has a really thick accent (English - either Scouse (Liverpool), Geordie (Newcastle) or West Country (Devon/Somerset/Farmer) or Aussie or something really thick like hard to understand from native speakers let alone anyone else) but R plays in Barca and has a crush on a Spanish player (Maybe Patri? maybe Ona? Maybe Alexia?) and is tryna talk to them more and maybe ask them out but they just get looked at funny and they walk off and she goes to Kiera and Lucy and is like what have I done? Do they all hate me? And [Crush] overheads them and goes round to their house after training and is like I really wanna get to know u, I think you’re really pretty etc but I cannot understand a word that comes out of ur mouth to the point where I am questioning whether it’s English

qué? - alexia putellas

alexia putellas x reader

description: in which your accent proves to be difficult to understand

warnings: LONG!! swearing, misunderstandings, spanish in bold italics

a/n: i love this woman, your honour!! i was writing alexia angst but had to put out the fluff haha!! thank you so much for the love and request, lovely!! ily and enjoy ❤️

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you never thought your accent would get you into trouble but you were entirely wrong. and we’re not talking about trouble like criminal, we’re talking romantically.

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you’re from liverpool, your thick, scouse accent distinct in your dialect. at home in england, the accent was understood most of the time, with an occasional person asking for clarification about your words but you didn’t mind.

even some of your england teammates had to ask you to repeat yourself occasionally when you got overly excited or stressed, your accent proving to be the hardest to understand at those moments.

you often needed a translator for even native english speakers if you spoke too quickly, lucy and later grace helping out when people were truly confused.

when lucy and keira moved from manchester city, you moved with them, having played in the club for 2 years and desperately wanting a change. and so, when the contract arrived from barcelona for the three of you, you accepted it without a second thought.

you had supported barcelona in liga F, having a huge appreciation for the way the spanish players moved, the quick passes and the goals that came out of nowhere. you were excited to pick up those skills to adapt to your own play.

and through your extensive research, you grew a special appreciation for alexia. in your eyes, alexia was the definition of perfect, not only her football skills, but her as a whole.

you would watch her interviews and videos for ‘research purposes’, claiming it was to practise your spanish. and it was, until you zoned out hearing the gentle hum of alexia’s voice, getting distracted entirely but you weren’t complaining.

when you got caught making heart eyes at your phone during england camp, the teasing was so relentless it wasn’t even funny.

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“our little (y/n) has a crush on la reina! (the queen)” lucy exclaims in the change room, you immediately turn off your phone and look up at her with an icy glare, only making her smile at you affectionately with a pinch to your cheek that you were quick to swat away.

“you’re not much older than me” you glare, “5 years is 5 years” she shrugs, moving away when you launched an empty bottle at her.

“go on, tell us about your crush” leah smiles, millie and rachel pretend to kiss each other while looking at you and you heat up in the cheeks.

“i’m only watching so i can pick up spanish” you defend, lucy laughs loudly, out of the three transfers, she was definitely the one who picked up the most spanish.

“excuse me, lucia, and everyone in here,” you scoff, “is it such a crime to watch a video of my future captain?” your accent was so heavy at this point, everyone cracked a little smile at you.

“so you were watching videos of alexia then?” leah smirks, you let out a frustrated groan, “leah, shut up man” everyone laughs, the teasing continuing until keira and alessia told everyone to stop.

during the whole of camp, it wasn’t uncommon you got caught looking at photos or videos of alexia, the teasing was so bad you thought you would explode.

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when the time finally came for you to join barcelona, you were incredibly nervous. the fear of underperforming playing on your mind, only becoming worse at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of a certain blonde you couldn’t take your mind off.

lucy and keira assured you everything would be fine, but you weren’t convinced, unsure of how you’d react when you finally saw alexia.

when you all walked to the change rooms, it was shocking how welcoming everyone was. hugs and kisses to the cheeks had you feeling so accepted amongst your new team.

and funnily enough, the last person to greet you was alexia, sending you a charming smile that had your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“(y/n), yes? bienvenida! (welcome)” alexia grins, her arms pulling you into a warm hug, her scent enveloping you and making you borderline dizzy.

“(y/n) is a big fan of you” lucy teases as alexia lets you slip from the hug after you mumble a quick hello. alexia gives a surprised smile, looking between a cheeky looking lucy and a sheepish looking you.

“you’re very good, too, I look forward to playing with you,” alexia’s hand moved to give your bicep a gentle squeeze and you swore your heart stopped, your cheeks were tinged with pink and you could barely formulate a sentence.

“yeah, i’m excited to play with ya” you breathe out, you move to your new cubby and get changed into the barcelona kit, feeling at home already even though it was your first day.

due to you busying yourself with avoiding alexia, you missed the way her gaze lingered on you as you changed, she was intrigued by you.

what you didn’t know was alexia had done her own forms of research. she had heard your name countless times in the media, a rising star in the making.

she respected the way you played, a midfielder who wasn’t afraid to take risks but also managed to avoid fouls frequently.

she wanted to get to know you as much as you wanted to get to know her.

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weeks and months fly by and it was easy to say you felt comfortable amongst the team. your spanish was surprisingly getting better, being able to go through training without a translator most of the time.

the girls reciprocated you well, you’d go to team bonding nights and laugh and joke around with them. it was obvious to everyone except alexia that you were harbouring a crush on the captain.

the ways your eyes would follow her every move with pink cheeks honestly exposed yourself. and what made it harder was that alexia and you were growing closer each day.

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one day you were chatting with mapi and ingrid, more like you getting teased while you begged them to stop before you were interrupted by a certain someone.

“do you want to be my partner?” alexia questions from behind you suddenly, making you choke on your own spit as she looked at you with a kind smile. “really?” you breathe out, she nods, nodding her head to the pitch for you to follow her.

you’d both been able to converse easily as the months went by, she’d have to ask you to slow down a couple of times when you both talked about something you had in common but it worked.

as you both trained together, you chatted and laughed, talking about random topics.

when you both got to shooting practice, alexia analysed your every move. she would give little nods of approval when you touched the ball, sending you an encouraging smile if you made eye contact, your heart was fluttering around her.

“you should put more weight into your hips when you kick” alexia corrects, you look at her questioningly, she huffs out a little laugh and comes to stand behind you.

her large hands place themselves on your hips and she turns them slightly to the front. her front was pressed against your back and you certainly weren’t breathing. she noticed you tense but chose to ignore it.

“focus here before you kick so it’s stronger” alexia says next to your ear, squeezing your hips gently before letting go of you. “try again, vamos! (let’s go)” she exclaims, you do as she says with her corrections and it was a much better result.

she smiles proudly, “buena niña! (good girl)” she laughs, coming up to you to squeeze your shoulders encouragingly, your cheeks were burning.

the entire team watched the interaction with big grins, ready to tease you for how sheepish you looked.

“gracias (thank you), ale” you scratch the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile, she shakes her head, “it’s nothing, thank me with a goal next game” she jokes, pinching your cheek teasingly before walking off to get some water.

you’re left there in shock, lucy and keira approaching with cheesy grins. “you’re in love” lucy coos, poking your shoulder teasingly while you shielded yourself in a hug from keira.

“i’m so fucking stupid, why can’t i be normal” you groan, keira laughs, her hand rubbing up and down your back. “you’re just shy, which is weird to see because you’re the complete opposite” she laughs, you pull back to throw her a glare.

“it’s cute” lucy chuckles, “i can’t wait to tell everyone about the development” she grins, her and keira share a hearty laugh seeing your face go pale, while you attempted not to scream.

“don’t you fucking dare” you grit out, “i won’t” lucy winks, unfortunately she did and by the time training was over, your phone was blowing up with text messages talking about the interaction.

you looked at lucy with a stone cold glare while she blew you a kiss, alexia watched how angry you were, she could practically feel it radiating off you on the other side of the change room.

“estás bien? (are you okay)” alexia walks up to you, holding a cold drink out to you. you take it after a moment of hesitation, “uh, yeah, sí” you smile, “lucia is annoying you?” alexia grins, looking over at lucy to see her and keira whispering while looking at you. “yes, she’s very annoying” you grumble, your eyebrows furrowing.

alexia smiles fondly at you, her hand moving to your face, her thumb smoothing out the crease between your eyebrows. “wrinkles” she tutts, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you looked up at her.

“are you coming tonight?” she says like she didn’t just make you flatline. she’s talking about a team bonding session at her house. “yeah, i think so” you smile at her, “think or know?” she teases, was she flirting with you?

“know, i’ll be there” you mock, she nods with a pleased expression, “hasta luego, lindura (see you later, cutie)” she winks, moving to grab her bag from her cubby and leave, making sure to look back at you another time with a soft smile before walking out.

you get pulled out of your trance once you hear your phone blowing up again, checking it to see lucy had recorded you watching alexia leave. you throw your head back in frustration but chose to avoid letting the older girl feel your wrath, you were still on a buzz from the thought of alexia flirting with you.

—

when you arrived at alexia’s house, you brought her a bottle of wine with a sheepish grin. when she opened the door for you, she pulled you into the warmest hug, both of you fitting together like a puzzle.

“finalmente! (finally) i was waiting for you!” she grins as she pulls away, taking the wine out of your hands and grabbing one of yours to drag you into the living room where everyone was.

her hand was so warm against yours, soft against your skin and you really didn’t want her to let go. “you look beautiful” alexia smiles before she ushers you to sit down, you barely had the time to tell her how breathtaking she looked, dressed casually but still looking like she could be on the front of a magazine.

you sit next to mapi and she immediately bombards you with questions, “have you kissed yet?” she questions, you slap her knee, “ingrid, your girlfriend is a bully” you huff, ingrid laughs, nodding along with you with an apologetic smile.

everyone was watching a movie while eating, alexia sitting beside you, the two of you would chat back and forth with small giggles and smiles shared between you.

by the time the night was ending, alexia’s arm was resting behind you on the couch, basically over your shoulder while you were in your own little bubble.

when you left that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about all the interactions you had with the catalan, you needed to do something about it. fast.

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on a match day for barcelona, you decided it was time for you to tell her about your feelings. it was clear you were flirting with each other. confirmed during the game.

in the second half, you managed to get a goal, using the technique alexia had taught you a couple of days prior.

she was the first one to you after, the loud roar of the crowd drowned out when you felt alexia’s strong arms wrapping around your waist.

you both smiled so brightly as she congratulated you, placing you on the ground, giving you an affectionate kiss on the forehead and squeezing your shoulders. this told you everything. it wasn’t just her being friendly, it was alexia making a move.

at the end of the match, the two of you lingered in the middle of the pitch, you were fidgeting so much alexia was worried.

“(y/n)?” she dips her head to make eye contact with you, “estás bien? (are you okay)” you nod, opening your mouth to speak but nothing came out. “take a deep breath” she smiles, a hand on your shoulder offering you comfort but also stressing you out.

“ale” you start, she nods with an encouraging smile, “i really fancy ya, ale, i’ve been wantin’ to tell ya for a while” you blurt out, alexia’s eyebrows furrow, she looks a little confused.

the silence was loud, why hasn’t she said anything back. if this was her rejection, it hurt more than anything she could have verbalised.

“you know what, forget i said anythin’” you run off before she could say anything. “qué? (what)” she was about to ask you to repeat yourself, one - because you were speaking too fast, two - she didn’t know what fancy meant.

you heard her call out for you but you ran into the change room, knowing keira and lucy were in there. “keira!” you yell, “fucking check my pulse!” you shove your arm in her face and she looks at you in shock. only a couple of people were inside, and the ones that were were shocked at how you tumbled into the room.

“jesus, your heart is going so fast” keira says as she presses her fingers to the inside of your wrist. “fuck, why couldn’t you tell me i’m dead and this is a nightmare” you groan, your hands running over your face frustratingly.

“what’s wrong with you?” lucy says as she walks out of the shower to see you in absolute shambles. “everything!” you explain each and every detail and they look at you sympathetically, understanding now why you were so upset.

what you didn’t know was alexia was outside, ear pressed to the door as she heard you explain that you were trying to confess. she feels her stomach tighten, cursing herself for not understanding what you were saying.

“whatever, i’m going home, don’t follow me” you grit, tears pooling at your waterline as you rush out. alexia had moved out of eyeline when she heard you, quickly going into the change room and drilling lucy and keira for your address that they happily gave her with sly grins. happy to know it was all a misunderstanding.

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that afternoon, you hastily wiped your tears away thinking about alexia. you had misunderstood her intentions clearly, you were disappointed with yourself.

you heard the banging from the front door and groaned, knowing your fellow england teammates were probably on the other side with ice cream and apologetic smiles.

“i told you both not to follow me-” you huff, the door opening to see alexia standing there, a bouquet of bright flowers in hand. “hola (hello)” she smiles, “what are you doing here?” you ask softly, “can i come in?” you nod, moving back a little so she could step inside. she hands you the flowers and you take them with a confused expression.

what type of rejection was this?

“i heard you speaking to lucy and keira before” she starts nervously, both of you walking to the kitchen so you could put the flowers in water, they were beautiful.

“it’s fine if you don’t feel the same” you shrink into yourself, brushing the petals of one of the flowers between your fingers.

“hermosa (beautiful)” she calls out, moving around your counter to stand directly in front of you. “me gustas mucho, y quiero estar contigo (i like you a lot, i want to be with you)” she says earnestly, speaking in her mother tongue and hoping you understood because she was speaking from the heart.

you freeze, each and every word quickly translated in your head. “amor (love), you’re very beautiful and nice but you speak very fast, i did not understand a word you said before” she laughs, you can’t help but laugh too, shaking your head at how fast you fled the situation.

“i’m sorry, ale” you grin, “don’t be” she dismisses, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, relishing in the blush she just produced on your cheeks.

“me gustas mucho (i like you a lot), alexia” you smile, she gives you a dazzling expression, appreciating how you spoke her mother tongue to her so she really understood this time. “muy bien, preciosa! (very good, precious)” she coos affectionately, her hand cradling your cheek as she directed your eyes to hers.

“we will teach each other, sí?” she grins cheekily, you hum along with her words, “sí”.

she pulls you closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips, your stomach lurching at how soft they were against yours.

you both smile into it as she drew you closer, your arms wrapping around her neck while her free hand came to rest on the small of your back to press you against her.

she pulls away, not without pressing a few more kisses to your lips through the giggles and the small chatter between the two of you.

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when you both came to training the next day hand in hand, sighs of relief were heard from everyone. lucy whipped out her phone as quickly as she could and sent pictures to the england group chat, your phone blowing up more than ever.

now that the team saw you interact, the teasing somehow got worse every time alexia would kiss you, or even hold your hand.

the pining drove everyone insane but the loved up versions of the two of you were insufferable. you were attached at the hip, just how you and alexia wanted.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you xx

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pottersmiracle · 4 months

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One of your girls

Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

warnings: smuttt MDNI!-draco being a dom-tiny but of fluff at the end-swearing (its smut what do you expect)-piv-raw sex (wear protection guys!)-making out-f!ngering-oral sex (fem receiving)-draco being possessive-praise kink-use of y/n-giving and receiving hickies-not proofread- lmk if theres anything else!

summary: you and draco have an understanding but draco has one rule, what happens if he thinks you’re breaking that one rule?

a/n: made this at 2 am if its bad please act like it isn’t 😭

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You and Draco had a equal understanding, if either of you needed to get off you could use each other. Draco only had one rule, you couldn’t use anyone else. Why did he make that rule? You didnt ask.

You respected that rule because honestly you loved what you and Draco had. You didn’t think you needed anyone else.

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Draco walked into the great hall, he was stressed to the max about some quiz in potions. He knew Snape would go easy on him but that didn’t mean he would definitely pass. He needed to find you. He needed you.

His eyes searched for you and when he found you? He was fuming.

You were sitting next to Harry Potter of all people. Laughing at his jokes, gently touching his arm every time you laughed, his hand resting on you lower thigh, oh he was pissed. “Y/n? Can i talk to you for a second about.. potions class.” He lied through his teeth and you knew it. You could tell by the way he looked at you he was mad.

Harry moved his hand off your thigh and you stood up saying your goodbyes to Harry and his friends around you two. Draco gestured towards the door and you walked out of the great hall with him right behind you.

As soon as you reached an empty classroom he pushed you into it, muttering a few locking and silencing charms under his breath. He pushed you up against one of the tables kissing you roughly, one hand on your waist the other on the side of your neck.

He lifted you onto the table you were pushed up against as he moved from your lips, to your neck, and right back to your lips.

He was being more possessive than normal and you could tell, you pulled away as you both caught your breath, “what’s with you today? Did something happen?”

He laughed, “you tell me.” “I don’t know Draco that’s why i’m asking you.” You replied as he rolled his eyes, “you and Potter.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “seriously Malfoy? There’s nothing going on with that!” “Really? I saw his hand on your thigh y/n.” He tightly gripped your thigh making you gasp as his cold ring pressed up against your skin.

“You’re mad because he had his hand on my thigh? Jesus Malfoy you can’t control who can and can’t talk to me, it’s not like we’re dating or anything.” Before you could finish your sentence his lips smashed into yours.

His hand slowly moved up your thigh as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away from you just to pull your underwear off before he went right back to kissing you. His ran a finger across your slit, feeling your wetness.

“Fuck..” he mumbled. “All wet before i’ve even touched you? Pathetic..” he teased as he kissed you again. It was a quick kiss before he moved to your neck. He started off kissing and licking then he started sucking and biting. You let out small moans as he left marks on your neck and collarbones.

He teased you as he played with your clit with his thumb. You whimpered, “Dray..please.” He looked at you with those blue eyes of his. God he could make you do anything just by looking at you like that.

He leaned it, his mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your neck, “who do you belong to?” His voice was low and raspy it sent shivers down your spine. “You.” You said as he leaned back looking at you again with a smirk, “That’s right.”

He got down on his knees, pulling you to the edge of the desk. He kissed your thigh softly, kissing closer and closer to your cunt. You could feel yourself getting wetter the closer he got, he playfully bit your thigh before he started sucking on your clit making you throw your head back in pleasure and moaning loudly.

You gripped his hair, tightly pulling on it making him moan against your clit. The vibrations sending more pleasure through you. He pushed two fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out. “Fuck Dray i’m gonna cum.” You moaned out. He pulled his mouth away from you, still fingering you as he looked up, “come for me love.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth you let go all over his fingers making him smirk as he watched you. “Thats my good girl.”

My.

He didn’t give you much time to catch your breath before he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock and pushing himself inside you making you gasp.

He held onto your hips with one hand, the other around your neck as he pounded into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he groaned, “god you always feel so fucking good.” You moaned and clenched against his dick. “Fuck.. you think that git could fuck you like i can?” He asked you, clearly talking about Harry.

You didn’t answer. You were to immersed in the pleasure you felt.

“Answer me.” He demanded. “N-No.” You stuttered out, “only you.” “Oh fuck.. that’s right.” He moaned as his thrusts got sloppier, you knew he was close and so were you. “I’m gonna cum again.” You said through moans.

“Me too darling, let go.” He said as he rode you through your high before pulling out to cum on your stomach. You both sat there panting, trying to catch your breath.

He looked around, looking for some tissues or anything like that. He eventually found a tissue box and cleaned you up, muttering apologies while you both laughed softly. You fixed your hair and your robe in the mirror before looking closer at your neck, “oh shit..” he came up behind you while buttoning up his shirt, “hm?”

You turned around and moved your hair showing him the marks. He smirked, “oops. I guess everyones gonna find out now huh?” You scoffed before pulling him over to a chair and pushing him down in it. You sat on his lap facing him and he looked at you confused but clearly intrigued.

“I guess.. if people know i belong to someone. They should know that about you too hm?” He looked at you, you could see how impressed he was at how in control i was.

You kissed his neck, biting and sucking almost immediately. He moaned softly in your ear as you left marks all over him. His neck, his shoulders, his chest, his collarbones.

After, you both checked them out in the mirror, smiling proudly at them. Draco pulled you to him by your waist and kissed you. This time it wasn’t sexual or rough. It was.. soft and sweet.

“Does this make us.. together?” You asked when you both eventually pulled away. He smiled, “i guess it does.” You smiled with him and he gently kissed you on the forehead. It was obvious you both have wanted this for a while, you just didn’t know how to bring it up.

You both walked into the great hall, covered in hickies, hand in hand, with a bunch of eyes on you.

Including Harrys.

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h4venpha · 1 year

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↳ 𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 (pt.2)

with… kunigami rensuke, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, and barou shoei!

woohoo part two!! heres pt.1!

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE (pre-wild card):

- it doesnt matter what kind of kiss it is, he is so SO RED.

- i cant stop thinking abt when in the beginning of the manga when isagi compliments him and kunigami gets flustered and embarrassed

- his first kiss with you: his eyes were squeezed shut and he was as straight as a rod, hands by his side, heart beating out of his chest like on the verge of passing out

- but after some time he starts to get comfortable, a warm hand on your waist as you lean yourself into his body, his fingers tightly brushing your your cheek and jaw

- but even as he pulls away, you can see a deep blush covering his entire face

- his deep voice turns hoarse and honestly there’s the possibility of voice cracks if you nip or lick at his lips just enough

- kunigami whos kind of obsessed with the way you press your body up against his when youre kissing him, you fingers feeling the hardness of his muscles through his clothes

ITOSHI RIN:

- he was always kind of weary of physical touch from everyone and anyone: friends or family, he just wasnt fond of it at all

- so kissing was a completely foreign idea

- like kunigami, it took him time to warm up to kisses. he never really found the appeal to them until multiple weeks after you first kissed him

- after though… he always asks for kisses. and he makes you initiate it. motioning/pulling you over to capture his lips on yours

- but sometimes it literally did not matter what you were doing. he’d pull you away from the stove or take your attention off the tv for a good 30 seconds just to feel your lips on his

- it wasnt that he was bossy.. but when he wants a kiss, hes going to get one no matter what

ITOSHI SAE:

- much like rin, physical touch just wasnt something that he enjoyed or craved at all

- but after the first time he kissed you, he literally craved it 24/7

- of course he never told you, it was more like he wanted too but he was always so hesitant with his affection. he tending to wait for you to initiate it.

- other than that, he is generally casual with hand holding or light touches, but kissing was just.. he never made the first move.

- (i am very caught up on the idea of sae being late to show his affection can you tell)

- it was embarrassing and almost humilating, but he hoped that he could just look at you and silently lure you over to kiss him (and it worked everytime)

- i also think sae enjoys kissing you while youre asleep. before he leaves and youre still peacefully asleep in bed, he comes over to your side and gently presses his lips to your forehead. his way to show affection without feeling embarrassed and without your teasing

- (holy shit super off topic but i absolutely love the idea of sae having a possessive streak, like a hand always on your hip or his fingers wrapped around your wrist (dare i say hickies strategically placed and unable to be hidden from others to show that youre his))

SHIDOU RYUSEI:

- shidou ryusei who is SO unashamed of any kind of affection towards you, he literally does not give two shits if your friends or his friends are watching

- he’ll pull you out of the conversation and into his arms, forcing you to completely block out everything else but him. his fingers holding your chin in place with his lips moving against yours and his tongue poking out to lick at your mouth

- honestly you were surprised and almost offended the first time he did it, but now when his hands are suddenly tugging at you, you indulge yourself into his touch and kiss him breathless before nonchalantly returning to the convo as if he didnt just suck your face off

- shidou whos also very casual with his affection, kinda like bachira he isnt ashamed because he also like to tease you and see your reactions no matter where you and him are

BAROU SHOEI:

- i honestly want going to do barou but here anyway !

- barou who kisses you with utmost passion and love, he doesnt like being teased or teasing because kissing is a very serious, intimate, romantic activity with you. he wants to show his affection and nothing is going to stop him

- like chigiri, he enjoys kisses in private much more than in public, qnd like isagi, he likes casual kisses

- goodmorning kisses, goodnight kisses, very very domestic relaxed kisses throughout his day helps him keep his composure

- barou loves it when you reach back behind his neck and fiddle with the ends of his hair when its loose and falling over his shoulders. or when you run your fingers through the shaved sides and around the shell of his ears

- barou blushes with his ears because i said so. when you pull your lips away from his, his face is literally so neutral and calm, but when he turns away and his hair flips over his shoulder for half a second, it reveals his bright red ears

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serxinns · 25 days

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Hi so I have another yandere platonic class 1-a request again if that’s okay

So if Izuku has a cousin(female reader) who has pica (it’s a eating disorder which a person eats things not usually considered food) and she would eat easer shavings because her mother would just ignored her when she was a child and when she was in middle school she ran away to Izuku’s house but never really told anyone about what was happening. So here’s a scenario of Izuku and some of class 1-a walks into a her room and sees her eating some eraser shavings

How would they react? ((I hope this is okay)

(THE FACT THAT I HAVE PICA AS WELL AHHHHH THIS IS GONNA BE SO GOOD )

• You had this habit for as long as you remember, you always ate things that weren't food or even edible, the main reason is that your mother was always neglectful to bringing in men and just told you to go in your room and play with your toys without any food, at times you even had to sneak out the house and go to your aunty Inko house with your cousin izuku, Inko knew about your situation and took care of you like you were her child

• "Izuku dear your cousin is here!" Inko's mom called not even 3 seconds you heard little footsteps stomping and excited giggling getting louder "Y/N Y/N! YOU'RE HERE" Izuku ran up and tackled you with a hug, 2 of you were on the ground and started giggling "I bought my super cool Remote control robot with me we can pretend this is the villain and we're the heroes!" The green boy was amazed at the idea and the two of you ran off while Inko giggled to herself

•The 1st person to notice that you had pica was your auntie Inko she noticed how you were always chewing on things like scissors, dirt, or even paper at 1st she thought it was because you were just a child with a big appetite but even when you were full you still went back to this behavior so when she took you to the quirk doctor about this behavior after a few test you were diagnosed with pica so then on after your mother abandoned you with one of the playboys she started taking care of you and izuku

• one-day Bakugo was picking on you for this calling you a dirt eater and picking up worms "Come on Sissy eat it you like eating dirt so much eat it" mocking you to eat them but you used his quirk to make him fly back and the two of you gone at it punching, pulling, biting while the other kids were cheering on but izuku was worried so he tried to run over but was too scared to get hurt as well so he got into and Mitsuki, Both women ran over and broke you two apart while into was checking on ur bruises and scratches mitsuki grabbed katsuki and put him on his him while he struggled and kicked and yelled insults "Inko I am so so so sorry for my son's horrible behavior ill make sure he learns a lesson" Mitsuki bowed her head in front of inko "I'm sorry too ill make sure ill talk with this young lady here the 2 of you had a stern talk about it but you got some ice cream and izuku kiss your boo-boos and helped with putting on all might banaids

Years passed and now you were in Ua your cousin was more protective than you ever, since that incident he swore to always protect you and never leave you behind he worked extra hard when all might training him not only to become a number one hero but to protect you and to be heroes together! Whenever someone looked at you funny he gives them a deadly glare and they'll back off immediately you were there when he was down and he was gonna repay you back he always made you hold hands or be by you to remind you that he should be your only friend

While you were talking to your cousin while chewing on an eraser and your cousin ranting about all might and his notebook going to your next period. A short punk -haired girl stopped in front of the two of you she smiled at you while the both of you looked confused and Izuku looked tab annoyed "Uhh who are you-" "Hello! I'm Mina! Mina Ashido Are you two twins!?" She said observing you two looking at each other "Actually we're cousins!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! Mina sheepishly said while rubbing the back of her head "It's fine we get that a lot! It's normal for us plus we act like brother and sister!" You playfully hit Izuku in the shoulders while he playfully glared at you "Anyways! Me and my friends were talking alot about you and we wanted to invite you to hang out with us!" You were flattered and blushed at her comment "uh yeah I can join! Is that's ok izuku" Izuku wanted to protest but with the look of excitement on your face he didn't want you to hate him and see him as a bad brother cousin so he mentally rolled his eyes and said "yea plus it can be like a girls day for you!"

Time skip to lunch

• the two of you were walking into class when a short brown head girl waved her hand signaling you both to join her you both walked over and sat down "Hey izuku and you must be?" "Y/n, y/n Midoriya!" You introduce yourself making the girl brighten up "Ah how nice! You look so adorable!" You blushed embarrassingly at that comment "Ah stop it you're making me blush! You were soon introduced to iida and Tsuyu then Todoroki and all started chatting happily

•you were soon Introduce with kirishima, tokoyami, a silly goofball denki, Sero, hakagure, Aoyama and more and started to make a bond with them even amends with bakugo (kinda)

•you mostly hang out with the dekusquad but the bakusquad would always try to invite you in any way they can which starts a war

•the girls would always have slumber parties or tea parties and if you weren't interested in those chaotic board games where you mostly won

•the boys would try and team up with each other like Bakugo and Kirishima Denki and Sero would invite you to laser tag fighting over who would win the most points for you to get a prize or Izuku, shoto and iida would take you out on to the mall and spoil you

• one-day Tokoyami was looking for you because you promised you would read his poems so when he went into your room he saw you chewing on some paper you explained why you have this habit and you had it when you were 4 which he completely understood heck dark shadow started to eat paper (like cookie monster eating s cookie) you couldn't stop laughing when tokoyami tried to take the paper out his mouth

•Koda would watch you making sure you won't try to eat the grass and try to make you eat delicious berries and edible plants

•Sato pack some pastries for you whenever you felt like wanting to chew on something not edible

•bakugo would just smack whenever your chewing on telling you that's disgusting while giving you your favorite snackyou liked as kids saying "chew this shit instead of erasers dumbass!"

•Izuku would pack gum for you in case you fly in the urge to want to chew on your eraser if he runs out he lets you chew on his pencils or ask Aoyama to give you some cheese

•you and kiri literally are twins chewing your erasers is your favorite habit

•Momo would gently let you know how ite unhealthy to chew on thing and blah blah blah while your just over here chewing off your finger nail which she also has to stop you

• Ochaco will let you try and stop yourself from chewing on your hair desperately giving you one-dollar snacks to eat

It didn't matter how werid you thought you were since you will always be their "werid" little sis and if any judge you otherwise they'll be meeting with 18 angry siblings and one cousin ready to break some bones instead of his

#ochaco uraraka #yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere #bnha fluff #class 1a x reader

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whyse7vn · 8 months

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KAWAII -

[ ot7 x reader ]

SLUT CENTRAL 🤮

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8 participants - 8 online

jin: so i just raised a slut like???

namjoon: ??

y/n: RIGHT ITS INSANE

jk: ur a father?

tae: where the sluts at lol

yoongi: honestly i could throw up

jimin: if i raised jungkook i would not be taking credit for that shit just saying

hobi: you raised me up

jk: i’m the slut? ☹️

jin: YES YOU ARE WHY

ARE YOU HALF NAKED ON WEVERSE

WHAT IS UR ISSUE???

jk: jimin did it first

jimin: UMM EXUSE ME????

IT WAS FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY MIGHT I ADD

DONT DRAG ME INTO UR MESS

hobi: wasn’t namjoon half naked the other day too?

namjoon: this isn’t about me

y/n: whores the lot of you!

tae: namjoon the biggest whore

namjoon: again this isn’t about me

tae: ok mr automatic dick

hobi: who was the automatic bitch?

y/n: what does that even mean

namjoon: yoongi was the one talking about his tongue technology

yoongi: ??????

leave me alone wtf

tae: ur all nasty

hobi: be honest are you a virgin

tae: ME????

ARE YOU SILLY LOOK AT ME

hobi: looking

i see a virgin

tae: if anyone is a virgin it’s jin

jin: okay wtf not true at all

jimin: he’s lived for like 79 years there’s no way he’s a virgin lmao

y/n: i mean think about that one photo

with the comdoms in the back

jin BEEN fucking!!

hobi: #kingsize

jin: i mean what can i say

jimin: you picked up the wrong size?

jin: kill yourself?

namjoon: could we not talk about the size of jin’s dick please and thank you

tae: right pls stop guy me and namjoon are getting turned on

jk: it’s ok me 3

jin: what

y/n: what

namjoon: what????

yoongi: strangling jungkook gotta feel better than opiates i just know it in my heart

jimin: retweet

tae: bro said retweet 😭😭😭😭

his ass is NOT on twitter 🤣🤣

y/n: you are so unfunny it makes me want to punch things

tae: i’m so into that

y/n: burn

tae: ummmm?

y/n: alive

tae: don’t hate me cuz you want to passionately kiss me on the mouth

y/n: would rather get shot 450 times

tae: fuck you never speak to me again

y/n: finally

tae: guys i miss her 😕💔

WRONG CHAT

WRONG CHAT FUCK YOU BYE

hobi: wow

jk: guys let’s start using tone indicators!

yoongi: ur ugly /srs

jk: ok nvm!

jimin: and she said she said she’s from hawaii /srs

namjoon: …

hobi: do you know how to say cute in japanese? /srs

jk: i do i do i do

namjoon: please stop

tae: did someone say japan lol???

jin: when you said bye i had hope you would be gone for more that 2 seconds

y/n: he said japanese

jimin: idiot

tae: they call me senpai down under

yoongi: ?

jk: in australia??

tae: tf is an australia??

yoongi: what the actual fuck is wrong with you?

tae: did you mean astronaut?

jk: maybe…

y/n: you didn’t

jk: i didn’t

hobi: naur

jin: pls don’t do this again

hobi: naur i have to mate

tae: somone call me senpai rn see what happens

y/n: no

jin: is he’s gonna do something weird?

i feel like he’s gonna do something weird

pls don’t do something weird

jk: let’s find out!!!

namjoon: let’s not!

jk: senpai~

tae: nnnuugghhhhhhhhh 😫

jin: told u

tae: what’s up baby 😉

yoongi removed tae from “SLUT CENTRAL 🤮”

jimin: i HATE jungkook

jk: /srs ?

jimin: /srs

jk: FUCK

hobi: personally if i was to ever get hit by a car i would just get up and walk away

like thats so embarrassing

am i a pussy?

absolutely NOT

jk: hobi btw i do know how to say cute in japanese

namjoon: what if your legs were badly hurt?

hobi: namjoon idk about YOU but hoseok is definitely gonna walk it off

namjoon: why are you talking in 3rd person?

jk: do you want to know how to say cute in japanese??

i can tell you

yoongi: no

jk: k y ee

y/n: oh my god

yoongi removed jk from “SLUT CENTRAL 🤮”

jimin: did he just say that

like fr

k y ee?

as in kawaii

im not hallucinating right

jin: unfortunately not

hobi: i need a car

it’s time to hit a couple people

yoongi: talking to them kills me inside

jin: i’m here for u yoongi

yoongi: and you

jin: hobi make sure you hit him too

jin added tae to “SLUT CENTRAL 🤮”

jin added jk to “SLUT CENTRAL 🤮”

jin: karma

tae: sometimes i call the number on missing dog posters and just bark

jk: hi guys i’m back thx for adding me back jin hi guys i’m back did you miss me cuz i’m back now so it’s ok

namjoon: you bark?

tae: so they think it’s their dog trying to contact them

but it’s not

cuz it’s me

jimin: why would they think it’s their dog?

how tf a dog gonna use a phone

tae: dogs don’t normally use phones?

guess yeontan just built different 🤷🏻‍♂️

i mean what do you expect from a son of mine

hobi: he’s built different cuz you don’t feed him

y/n: LAMSOSOKSKD THAT IS NOT FUNNY AT ALL YOU CANT SAY THAT OH MY GODJDJDJDJJFJFN

jimin: HELP THATS CRAZY

yoongi: wow

namjoon: guys please

jin: INSANE HOSEOK INSANE

tae: ok that was not funny at all

i look after him

really well actually

i swear

i feed him

i do

jk: i believe you tae

tae: you do? 🥺

jk: yeah

tae: thanks jungkook i love you

jk: ok

tae: ok?

jk: ok?

tae: okay

jk: okay

tae: fucking whore whose the other woman then??

jk: guys help i’m really scared rn

jimin: omg speaking of that fucking mutt

tae: MUTT???

jimin: bro has NO stage presence at ALL

expressions lame as hell and all he did was run around trying to get camera time he looked a fool

hobi: dozen core

y/n: was his first performance pls don’t make fun of him he’s trying his best :(((

jimin: his best wasn’t good enough

tae: HE WORKED VERY HARD FOR THAT STAGE

jimin: it did not show

jk: bam could of done it better

yoongi: would of shit on stage

jimin: still would of been better than whatever yeontan was doing

tae: can you leave him alone omg

he was nervous

jimin: i’ll cook him

hobi: do you know how to say cute in japanese?

jk: yes

i do

namjoon: stop

jk: i can give you a hint if you don’t know namjoon

namjoon: jungkook please don’t talk to me

jimin: he’s losing it guys

y/n: lowkey hot

i love a man on the edge

tae: just say ur a slut

y/n: ??

yoongi: tae shut the fuck up

jimin: that so screams i have never felt the touch of a woman before

tae: how tf u think i made yeontan?

jk: you fucked a dog??????

tae: wait no wtf

jk: oh MH GOD GUYS TAE FUCKED A DOG

that’s illegal

i hope

OHMY GOD CALL TBE POLICE

hobi: that’s gross i’m gonna throw up

tae: THATS NOT TRUE HES LYING I DIDNT STOP PLS

jin: where is namjoon when you need him change the the subject i’m begging you

namjoon: i think i'm having a psychotic break rn

y/n: holds you and whispers it's gonna be okay

jimin: kill your neighbor kill your neighbor kill your neighbor

tae: GUYSBPLS BELIEVE ME

IM CRYING

SOBBING PLS

IM GONNA THROW UP EVERYWHERE

IVE HAD SEX

WITH A WOMAN BEFORE NEVER A DOG

PLS IM TELLINV THE TRUTH PLS

GIYS

PLS HWLLO

GIUSYSSSJSJJDD

PLEASE

y/n: can’t wait for the day it’s gc gets leaked

we will all be locked up

jimin: severing 10 years not even that bad if you think about it

yoongi: tae severing at least 25

tae: NOT TRUE

namjoon serving life

little drug abuser

y/n: be fr the worst drug joon has done is take 4 paracetamols at one time

jk: 4?????

WOW JOON U CRAZY

namjoon: no

hobi: caught namjoon sipping lean on august 13th 2023 10:45 pm

namjoon: no you didn’t

hobi: u right i didn’t

sorry guys i like to lie

jin: that’s a problem actually

hobi: i’m working on it

tae: work harder

jimin: tell ur dog that

tae: CAN YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE

yoongi: can you come over

tae: yeah

yoongi: wrong chat mb

and why tf would i be taking to you

tae: i’m gonna shoot myself

jin: who you inviting over yoongi omg 🙈

should i bring you a nda??

jk: nine dead animals?

y/n: no jungkook

jk: oh

namjoon: breathe in breathe out

jk: personally i’m worried if i give good head or not because no one has ever willingly asked me to give them head so is my head that bad you don’t even want me to try

jin: invest in a diary pls

jk: cant i’m lacktoes intolerant :(

jimin: lactose?

y/n: and the way thats not even true

hobi: the head or the lactose part?

tae: trust me bro ur head crazy good

jk: fr?

tae: fr

it’s so good girls afraid to ask

jk: girls?

tae: boys?

jk: boys???

tae: people????

jk: what people??

tae: you have like people ur fucking right?

jk: no?

tae: what?

jk: no people

jimin: are you expecting a rando to just to ask you to given them head?

jk: no?

jin: i’m so confused

jk: y/n

y/n: yes?

yoongi: no

y/n: ?

namjoon: moving on

hobi: you think tae’s dog can learn black swan?

tae: he has a name yk?

hobi: say my name say my name

jk: jung hoseok

hobi: thx

jk: yes

k y ee

namjoon left “yeontan ugly”

tae: THE GC NAME??????

WHO DID THAT

y/n: poor joonie see what you guys do to him?

jimin: bet he’s gone to see his automatic bitch

hobi: robot sex

yoongi: what??

hobi: cyber sex doja cat

jin: illuminati

jk: when did he become poor thats so sad i’m here for him if he ever needs ¥

yoongi: why would he need yen?

jk: who is yen?

tae: NO IM SO FR WHO CHANGED THE GC NAME TO THAT

ITS NOT TRUE BTW

MY BABY TAKES AFTER ME

jimin: oh no i’m praying for him ❤️

tae: IT WAS U WASNT IT

ALWAYS KNEW U WERE A JELOUS LOSER

jk: guys ur not being very k y ee rn

yoongi: i’m going to skin you alive

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th3casscad3 · 2 months

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A First For Everything

Lute X Virgin! Male Reader (Smut)

Every Since Your Arrival In Heaven You've Been Chased After By The Other Charming Woman. Adam, Being The Dumbass First Man Becomes Jealous Of The Attention Your Getting. So, When He Finds Out Your A Virgin He Wastes No Time Spilling The Tea. Later That Night You Hear A Knocking On The Door, To Your Surprise Its Lute. I Suppose There's A First For Everything.. Warnings: Smut, Slight Bullying, Readers First Time, Playing With Wings, Kissing, Cursing, Not Fully Naked, And Blow Job. Part 1 - Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You Had Been In Heaven For Quite Some Time And Its Fair To Say The Ladies Had Quite An Eye For You. You Didn't Mind The Flirting And Conversations As Much, But You Wouldn't Let It Go Any Further Than That. Not Because You Didn't Want To, But Because You Were A Virgin. You Just Hadn't Found A Reason To Have Intimacy On Earth And There Shouldn't Have Been A Problem With That. Sure, You Had Desires And The Need To Make Love. But, It Just Didn't Happen. Today Was Just About A Day Like Any Other, You Were Walking Around Heaven, Giving A Wave To All The Females Whom You Past And Chatting It Up With The Guys. The Next Extermination Wouldn't Be Coming Up For About Another Month So The Angel Count Was Higher Right Now. That Also Meant Adam Was Back. Great, That Man Had No Problem Fucking Every Single Woman Here In Heaven If He Felt Like It. And Boy, Felt Like It He Did. It Always Set You Off. You Could Understand Why Lilith And Eve Left Him, He's A Total Womanizer. You Sighed When You Heard His Voice Nearby. The Woman Around You Took Notice Too. Mere Moments Later Adam Was Face To Face With You, Slurping A Near Empty Soda. " Wassup, Man. " He Said With A Chuckle, Pointing Finger Guns At You. The Nerve Of This Guy, For Real. " Hey, Adam. What Can I Do Ya For? " You Spoke With A Slight Irritated Tone, He Was So Loud. Every Time He Came Around You It Feels Like Going To The Stoe With A Crying Toddler. " Nothing Much, Man. I Just Keep Noticing You Stealing All My Bitches, And That Is So Not Cool. " He Finished Slurping The Rest Of His Drink And Threw It At You. He Then Adjusted His Wings. You Noticed Lute A Few Seconds After, Standing In Her Military Pose. She Didn't Really Speak Unless It Was Backing Adam Up. But You Had Liked That She Wasn't One Of Those Ladies That Clung Onto Him. You Grunted When The Cup Landed At Your Face And Sighed. You Picked The Cup Up And Threw It Away " Adam, First Man, I Am Not Trying To Take Anyone Of These Respectable Ladies Away From You. Chill, Dude. " " Whatever Fucker. You Know That I'm The Original Dick! All Your Dicks Descend From Me, I'm Fucking Adam! Don't Go Thinking You're All High And Mighty Cause You Got Fair Looks. " He Shouted With A Scoff, Pointing His Hand To His Member. " Yeah! He's The Original Dick, Go Fuck Your Own Ass! " Lute Said Pointing To You Before Standing Back Into Position. " Lute, Fuck. Chill. Bitch. " Adam Scoffed. He Then Proceed To Laugh At You Before Leaving With A Few Females In His Arms. Lute Following Behind Him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You Weren't Aware At Forst Until You Noticed The Snickering Coming From The Extermination Females. You Raised An Eyebrow And Shook It Off, But The Worrisome Knot In Your Stomach Didn't Go Away. The Men Had Been Laughing At You Every Time You Passed Them. Finally Thats When You Overheard What Was Being Talked About. " How Does This Man Pull Anybody, He's A Virgin " One Guy Laughed. The Other Male's Followed Behind With More Whispers And Snickering. Embarrassed And Highly Annoyed You Made Your Way Back To Your House. You Knew Exactly Who Had Managed To Pull This Stunt And To Say You Were Enraged Wouldn't Even Begin To Describe How You Were Feeling. This Was Suppose To Be Heaven, Yet The Way Everybody Was Suddenly Treating You Because You're A Virgin.. Really Makes You Feel Like You're In Hell. You Hadn't Came Back Out Of Your Quarters At All That Day, Figuring You'd Need Time To Let The Talk Of The Town Die Down. You Hadn't Confirmed It To Be True So Hopefully Nobody Will Continue To Worry About It. You Sighed Sitting On Your Couch. Just When You Thought You Were Going To Have A Regular Day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Evening Turned To Night Quicker Than You Realized. You Were Disrupted From Your Tv Show By A Knocking At The Door. You Stood Up And Flew Down, Opening The Door To Be Greeted By Lute. Your Expression Is One Of Utter Confusion As She Makes Her Way Inside And Sits On Your Couch. You Takle A Second To Process Her Arrival Before Groaning And Closing The Door Behind You. You Make Your Way In Front Of Her. " Why Are You Here, Lute? " You Said With Slight Irritation. You Knew Adam Was The Cause For The Rumor And Lute Was Always At His Feet. " I Hear You're A Virgin..? I'm Here To Change That. " She Speaks As She Crosses Her Legs. Her Arms Crossed Against Her Chest. She Wasn't Kidding. " You Aren't Going To Laugh At Me, Or Beat Me Up About This. What's In It For You, To Go Run To Adam As Proof That I Am A Virgin " You Scoffed, You Could See She Was Serious But You Needed More Proof " Adam Doesn't Know I'm Here. I'm Just Wanting To Help You Out, Okay. We've Had Our Fights So Its Not Like I'm A Stranger. I'll Be Gentle. " Lute Looked You In The Eyes And Spoke In A Stern Reassuring Tone. You Wont Lie, The Idea Of Having Intimacy With Lute Was Everyman's Dream. You've Even Thought Of It. So After A Moment Of Thinking You Nodded Your Head Yes. Lute Smiled And You Two Made Your Way To The Bedroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before You Could Truly Process What Was Happening, You Were Seated On The Bed And Lute Was In Between Your Thighs. She Was Gently Caressing Your Member, The Feeling Of It Hardening Sent A Shiver Down Your Spine. This Was Really Happening, You Felt Your Hard Member Press Against Your Pants. " Let Me Know When It Becomes To Much, Okay. Just Relax " Lute Spoke As She Took Your Pants And Boxers off, Exposing Your Hardened Member, You Had Pre-Cum Already Leaking Down. Lute Gently Started To Rub Your Member. Her Soft Hands Rubbing You And Down. You Closed Your Eyes, Enjoying The Sensation Being Given To You. Your Virgin Dick Twitched. She Brought Your Head To Her Mouth And Slowly Started To Tease Your Tip. You Grunted And Threw Your Head Back. Buckling Your Hips. Lute Smiled And Took You In, Swirling Her Tongue Around Your Cock As She Bobbed Her Head Up And Down. You Let Out A Couple Soft Moans, Just Enjoying The Feeling. Lute Was Gentle And Wanted To Make Sure You Felt Everything She Was Doing. She Jerked You Off Until You Felt A Knot In Your Stomach. You Had Never Experienced This Before But Your Cock Twitched And Felt The Need To Thrust Your Hips Into Her Mouth. Gripping Her Hair As You Shoved Yourself Inside Of Her, It Didn't Take Long For The Knot To Snap As You Came In Lutes Mouth. You Moaned Out As Lute Cleaned You Up. " You Did Well. Same Time Tomorrow? You Still Have A Lot To Learn "

#hazbin hotel smut #lute smut #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbinhotel

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average-vibe · 3 months

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Hi I heard you needed fic ideas so here I am 😎

I am in desperate need of a wil x reader fiction where reader is on her period and dealing with the usual shenanigans like being moody and in pain n shit and wilbur is still an absolute angel towards her 🥹

(Also I just watched one of THOSE Millennial tiktoks and I fear it has impacted my use of language help)

🤌❤️

it’ll be okay

pairing: wilbur x fem!reader

summary: the request!

tw: blood, periods? (idk) mentions of abusive relationships, cursing

an: TY SM ILYYYYY

okay anyways-

masterlist

“Hey, Wil, Im gonna go use the restroom, okay?” you told your boyfriend, who was sitting on the couch with his arm holding you close.

“Alright.” He spoke, giving you a gentle kiss to the forehead and releasing you from his grip. You stood up and walked to the bathroom, gently smiling at your boyfriends actions. He was always so sweet towards you, so kind.

As you walked, you noticed a strange feeling, as you did every month.

Shit.

Your speed increased and you slammed the bathroom door, breathing heavy. You prayed to the gods that it was just a mistake, you misinterpreted something. Then you checked.

shit shit shit.

You groaned quietly to yourself. You were at Wilbur flat, and you only had 2 pads. That would definitely not be enough for the weekend-long trip, at wilbur’s place, two had planned.

You tried your best to clean yourself up, and went back downstairs, praying that wilbur didn’t notice anything.

You knew that Wilbur knew what a period was. When you got your first mood swings, you explained to him what would happen.

So why were you so stressed?

Your mind went back to your ex. When you had first gotten your period at his house, he called you disgusting, saying that “You need to keep that to yourself.”. He would continue to bully your and talk down to you about it, making you feel bad and gross for being a woman.

When you left, you didn’t tell anyone when you were on your period, in fear of similar mistreatment. Wilbur was the only person you ever told, but you had never gotten it at his house, with no pads or anything.

You shoo’d the thoughts away and sat down next to Wilbur, more tense than usual.

“You okay, Love?” Wilbur asked sweetly, eyes glowing in the sun reflecting off of the window.

“Mhm.” you nodded, refusing to looks at him in the eye.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You said, looking at your hands.

“Are you sure?”

He knew that something was wrong. And you knew it. You might as well tell him.

“Ok, Wilbur, I’m really sorry, butgotmyperiodjustnow.” you quickly said, looking at him.

“What?”

You took at deep breath, closing your eyes, and repeated your words, slower. “I got my period.”

Wilbur’s expression went from worried to relieved in a second. “Ok, thank god, i thought you were dying or something.”

“Your not.. Mad?” you asked, face flushing in embarrassment.

“Huh?”

“You’re not angry?”

“Y/N, why on earth would i be mad? You can’t help it at all! It’s just- oh.”

The realization hit him like a train, and his eyes blew wide.

“Oh, Love, i’m sorry.” He said, hugging you tightly. “We can go to the store at get you everything you need, yeah?”

“Okay.” You said, holding back tears.

Oh, silly you, worrying about wilbur caring.

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an: OOPS WENT OVERBOARD LOL

this is DEFINITELY not me venting through fics 😀🤚

okay bye now

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kitthepurplepotato · 4 months

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Chapter 11 - The falling of the Number One

WARNING! This chapter ends with a cliffhanger and it’s really angsty for 2 more chapters. If you are sensitive, please wait until Chapter 14 is out.

18 +, please check the warnings.

Also: The beginning is really suggestive so please keep an eye for the red warning and skip that bit until you see the green writing!

Warnings: Suggestive then… uhm… Near-death experience, description of major injuries, mentions of blood, cliffhanger. I know, funky combination.

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“I just read a fanfiction where you cheated on me with Pro Hero Shouto. What’s your opinion on that?” You look up from your phone with a grin. Izuku rolls his pretty eyes with a cheeky smile on his face and doesn’t respond for a second - probably have taken the question a bit more seriously than it was originally intended to be - as he sits on the sofa next to you in his pretty little glasses, which you can’t wait to ruin later. Well, that sounded like a threat but after the first few times you two ended up in a heated make out session while he was wearing it you decided to keep some spectacle wipes on the coffee table. It runs out as quickly as the milk in the fridge.

“Hm. While I’m quite certain I am a straight man, Kaminari said this to me once: You can’t call yourself straight unless you’ve tried both. Well, I haven’t tried both hence why there is a possibility that maybe, the fact that he’s a man wouldn’t be as much of a problem as it seems to be in my head. Although…” Izuku strokes the non-existent beard on his chin as he keeps pondering. Izuku can’t grow a beard by the way. He tried it once and ended up looking like a 14 year old. He literally had 10 little hairs on the two sides of his chin and a really thin “mustache” and that was it. Katsuki laughed his ass off that day. “Shouto is one of my best friends but if it comes to his personality, I’m not sure if I would be able to… think about him like that. I mean, can you even imagine him in bed with that face? Or kissing him and when you move away it’s just… his deadpanned face? Right in front of you? I would cry, Y/N. You know how much reassurance I need. I can’t see him clocking that there is a problem with me. He’s just… a little bit… emotionally constipated?”

“Wow. That was a really detailed response, thank you.” You gawk at your boyfriend who looks extremely happy from pleasing you. “So if you would need to choose one guy, who would you choose?”

“I would probably give Kacchan a chance.” Izuku blurts out without even thinking. Damn. “Not the old Kacchan, but this one. But I would miss being romantic and cheesy. I don’t think he does that too much. Then I have a friend, Rody, from Otheon. We got along really well while I was on a mission there. While he’s not the most honest person in the world he has a bird called Pino who’s basically connected to his soul and his real emotions are mirrored in the bird so for instance, let’s say he says something super happy but if he’s trying to hide that he’s sad, Pino will cry for him. It’s fascinating, really. But I don’t feel like I would be as happy as I am now with anyone else, to be honest. Man or a woman, it really doesn’t matter because even if you would leave me I would only look for you in everyone but there is no one in this whole wide world who would be able to be even as half as good as you are, so…” Izuku shies away from your gaze, his cheeks dusted pink. Your heart makes a somersault in your chest from his words; sometimes, it’s still unbelievable that this moment, here and now, is actually real and not just a daydream.

There is one thing weighting you down when it comes to this current situation though; the weird feeling in your stomach like everything is too good, too perfect and everything that’s this good must have an end date.

You read a lot of drama fanfictions before you actually ended up to be a main character in one and there was one recurring event in all of them; pro hero Deku dying. For you, for your country, from exhaustion, from an old, untreated injury… the list is endless but since you two got together you couldn’t even look at those stories without feeling sick. Izuku is a hero, one of the best ones at that, but being the best also means he’s the one fighting the most complicated battles, ones no one else can or no one has the guts to, depending on the situation. But it’s really hard to think about these dark, deep thoughts when Izuku slowly looks up, waiting for your response at his impromptu love confession, eyes bright and full of childish glee.

“What about you, Sweets?” Izuku asks cheekily, slowly crawling closer to you; he puts his cheek on your chest, snuggling into the soft bits, warm and content.

“Honestly? Call me a real fanatic but I never really wanted to date anyone else but you.” You admit sheepishly. “I did find Pro Hero Shouto handsome, I did like Katsuki’s bad boy vibes but… it was always you. Your kindness, your pretty little cheeks, the freckles, the curls, the way you go all shy when people ask you about love in interviews. You are so… pure, almost angelic. Even through the screen, you felt like someone I could trust with my life, not just as a hero, but as a person, a human being. You just feel… safe. Like the kinda person you want to marry and stay with forever. And now that I got to know you… I want nothing else but all of that, tenfold.”

“You want to marry me, Sweet Pea?” Izuku smiles with a tiny blush on his face as he sneakily pulls the strap of your camisole out of the way with his finger so he can pepper kisses all over your collarbones. Your whole face erupts in flames.

“Well… uhm… one day, yes, of course…” You mumble, a barely audible sigh leaving your lips as Izuku wets his own to make the seductive slide on your skin even more enjoyable.

“What else do you wanna do with me, Sweets?” Izuku sneaks further up, his kisses wet and so full of emotions your whole body trembles under him as the soft plush of his lips reaches your sensitive neck.

Warning! Cheeky

“Wh… Izu?” You try to look into Izuku’s eyes but your whole body freezes from his lustful gaze; his eyes are dark and there is something new sparkling in the depth of them, his eyelids fallen to half-mast as he gazes at your lips, soft but hungry and he takes a deep breath, tries to school his features but it’s way too late; his gaze is etched into your mind now, living there rent free for the rest of your life.

“Was that too much?” Izuku tries to pull away but you grab the back of his head, fingers clutching into the soft curls, keeping him in place and Izuku keens, a hiss leaving his mouth which ends up sounding like a moan by the end of it.

“I want… I want to go hiking with you again.” You mumble and you can barely hide your smile as Izuku looks up at you, utterly confused by the dramatic difference between your touches and your words. “I want to bathe with you in the river when no one is watching. Maybe find a secluded area, somewhere further away so we can… fool around until we have nothing to give to the other.”

Izuku’s breath hitches.

“Uhm…” Izuku tries to respond but you grab into his hair again; Izuku’s hips make a dive towards you, the touch featherlight and probably unintended but you can’t help but bite into your lips to muffle the moan that’s trying to erupt from your chest at the motion. Izuku doesn’t miss the tiny whimper though; you could cut the tension between you two right now, the air so hot and heavy you kinda want to breathe through Izuku’s mouth to soothe your stinging throat.

“I want to show you how much you mean to me in every way possible…” Your other hand snakes under Izuku’s shirt, caressing the skin on his back until the soft touch isn’t enough; you scrape the soft skin on his back with your nails and Izuku’s eyes fill with tears, but not from the pain. “I want to kiss every single freckle, every single scar, every bump and every crevice because you deserve it, Izuku. You are the sweetest, most caring person in the world and you make me happy so… whatever you want, you can have it. From a cheeky ice cream at 2AM to me pleasing you until the end of dawn, you can have all of it. You deserve all of it.”

You swear you can hear the snap of Izuku’s self-restraint, the sound loud and echoey as Izuku looses his composure and attacks you hungrily, his tongue barging into your mouth with a strong lick.

“I love you.” Izuku mumbles, his breath hot against your lips as he takes and takes and takes, until your whole world turns upside down again, the wet sound of your lips against each other the only sound in the silent room.

“Show me… how much…” You whimper, back arching from the sofa subconsciously.

“Fuck.” Izuku whimpers back, his arms snaking around your middle, pulling you flush against his growing erection and you can’t help the tiny yelp leaving your mouth as the hero takes you in his arms, bridal style, and RUNS into the bedroom with One for All crackling around his body to get there quicker, the motion making you dizzy for a few seconds.

Izuku puts you down with so much care, moving slowly as he settles on the top of you, hips flush with yours as he mutters to himself quietly, probably trying to calm himself down enough to be able to be to remember your first time for the rest of his life.

“Are you okay?” He mumbles hazily. There is a moment when everything freezes; Izuku looks deep into your eyes as though he’s trying to see what’s behind it, to see your soul, your heart, to see and experience everything that is You through one simple gaze and you can’t help but want more than that look; you find the bottom of his shirt and yank at it in a silent plea and Izuku responds by tossing the fabric to the other side of the room. His arms snake behind your back, pulling you up from the bed a little bit, manhandling you like you are weightless; he slowly rolls your top up, his movements slow and careful in case you want him to stop but needless to say there is nothing in the whole wide world that could make you stop right now; you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, it was almost excruciating in the last few days and now, Izuku is finally yours, just yours.

“You are so pretty, Sweets.” Izuku puts you back on the bed and slides his finger over your skin from your neck to your lower belly, then he stops there, playing with the hem of your shorts, as he moves his upper body up and his hips down to grind between your legs while he stares at your naked chest with lustful eyes.

“Closer.” Is all you mumble between two muffled whimpers as you pull yourself up with your hands on Izuku’s back and kiss the biggest scar on his chest. Izuku’s eyes tear up again, choking on a sob as he slowly slides your shorts down, you doing the same with his joggers, fingers slightly shaking when the soft fabric passes the tent in his underwear, his arousal loud and clear. “Izu…”

SAFE FROM HERE

Izuku’s high tech bracelet suddenly screeches, the annoying, high pitched sound ruining the mood completely.

“No fucking way.” Izuku mutters, so fucking frustrated he’s about to yank the fucking thing out of the window. He straddles your hips as he fumbles with his phone. “Not now, not fucking now!”

He’s a few seconds away from crying. It actually breaks your heart.

“Izuku, love, it’s okay. Everything is okay. We can finish this another time. Or we can… just fool around? If you uhm… want me to help?”

“It’s… this massive case we’ve been working at.” Izuku sighs, given up. “They’ve been lurking in the shadows for several weeks now and this is their first time coming to the surface hence why I was notified. I could technically ignore, but…”

You can’t help, but smile. This is Japan’s number one hero to ya’.

“… you don’t want to. And that’s why I respect the shit out of you, pro hero Deku.” You mutter while your hands caress the sides of his hips soothingly.

“I’m sorry.” Izuku lies on top of you for a second, stealing a few more kisses before he stands up and starts getting ready. “This will probably take a while, so… don’t wait for me.”

“You know I will, anyway.” You smile, but knowing how sensitive Izuku is, you decide to continue. “I have some commissions to do, don’t worry. I’ll keep myself entertained.”

“I love you. Thank you.” Izuku gives you one last kiss before he jumps out of the window and the flat is silent again, cold an empty without his warmth.

You sigh into the cushion then take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Maybe, a cold shower would be a good idea, so that’s what you start with.

Izuku wasn’t lying; he’s been out for several hours now. You turned the TV on in case they decide to show the fight, a bad habit Izuku always begs you to stop with but you just… can’t. It might be painful sometimes, seeing your loved one getting hurt while you sit on your sofa, safe and sound, drawing stupid fanarts for a living, completely helpless in case shit hits the fan but at least you can see him this way, know where is is, what he’s up to, know he’s alive and breathing.

It’s enough to soothe your troubled soul, the fact that there is nothing in the TV, that the situation isn’t dire enough for them to interrupt the broadcast for it, so you start on your commission, the TV nothing but a quiet background noise.

It all happens really quickly, in only a second which somehow still seems to stretch on for an eternity; the broadcast is cut off with a buzz, the tv making a low pitched, humming noise, grey, black and white dots fuzzily zigzagging on the screen right before it connects to another broadcast.

You don’t need to be a psychic to know what you are about to see on the screen; you had a feeling for a while, a terrible, dark feeling, a constant, unwelcome weight on your shoulders you tried to ignore and almost succeeded at it while Izuku held you in his arms, but once he left, deep inside, you felt something lurking in the shadows; you somehow felt like the next time he comes in through the door or the window he won’t be the same but you pushed the thought down so well it never even came to the surface during your emotional goodbye, it just kept lurking, somewhere between your heart and your soul, close to the edge but too far away for it to reach your actual brain and form words inside your head.

Maybe if you would have embraced your thoughts and followed your instincts… Izuku would have never left.

You can’t help but laugh at your own, silly thoughts; Izuku staying home because of her paranoid girlfriend instead of saving hundreds of people from a tragic death? Good joke.

But maybe… he would have been more careful. Less… self-sacrificial. Maybe, if you would have said something you wouldn’t need to watch Izuku running into an obvious trap just to save a child from the massive gang of villains. Maybe, you wouldn’t be forced to watch him fall LIVE, on TV, broadcasted through the whole country.

“The urge to save everyone and everything is what makes us heroes but that urge is also what makes us weak; one day, we might jump into our deaths to save that one person who was left behind. To be honest with you, I don’t mind dying that way.” - Deku had said in an interview a few months back. Now the words haunt you, letters jumping in front of your eyes as the battle on the screen escalates; Izuku jumps right in front of a massive explosion which was initially heading towards the small, terrified girl. Katsuki and Kirishima yells, their hero persona long forgotten as they both run as quick as they can after the the number one hero but none of them are quick enough to catch up with him before the explosion hits Deku right in the chest, his blood splattering on both of his friends as they stand frozen in one place, their faces white as a sheet.

Katsuki falls on his knees as the remaining of the building crumbles right on top of Izuku after he throws the girl towards Luna and the rest of his team, making sure the girl is safe and sound even if it costs him his own fucking life because that’s who is; an undeniable hero, the symbol of hope and peace.

His best friend is rendered broken and useless even without being physically hurt, just yelling and crying on the floor while Kirishima pats his lover’s back a few times and says something you can’t decipher from so far away; after a few seconds he makes a beeline towards the battle field, throwing massive pieces of cement into the air as he searches for his friend; the villains are nowhere in sight now, they evaporated into thin air, literally, with a massive smirk on their faces. Their plan worked. They won.

After years of constant winning, for the first time in the last 10 years, the villains have won.

Katsuki still haven’t moved from the floor. He stares at the small splotches of blood with disgust, then a loud sob emerges from inside of him. Eijirou is still searching, yelling Izuku’s first name as tears streak down his hardened face, arms working as quickly as humanly possible until he finally finds something; he sobs and yells and pats Izuku’s face a few times but he’s unconscious, arms dangling in an unnatural way, chest so bloodied its impossible to see the real damage behind it but by the constant stream of blood on the floor as Kirishima makes his way towards the first aiders is anything to go by, the situation is… dire.

Right now, in this moment, just a few hours after you two almost had your first night together, Izuku is dying in his friend’s arms and you can’t do anything but cry, useless and broken while the whole world prays for Deku with tear stained cheeks and broken hearts, rendered speechless as the Number One Hero disappears inside the first aid tent.

The whole world goes silent after that.

… Next Chapter!

IMPORTANT: GUYS! You know me. I won’t kill him. Don’t worry too much. The next 2 chapters will be angst, I’m not going to lie, and I hated every second of it but it’s already written and I can 100% tell you that :

1. Izuku will wake up in the next chapter.

2. He’ll get better eventually.

3. There is at least one scene that’s less depressing in every chapter. Or at least I tried to write it that way but @porusuniverse would probably say otherwise 😂

Thank you for your patience and if you need reassurance or feel too overwhelmed due to the topic just send me a message and I’ll tell you more about what’s gonna happen. 💜

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Potato ramble:

- I hope you guys are okay! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but trust me, you need a bit of a break before this shit escalates 😂

- I got so mad at this fucking angst that I wrote 15k words while working full time and finishing late every day just to get it out of the way. 😂 please don’t hate me, I’m also hurt by my own cruelty.

- Also, if you are a Shouto fan, don’t hate me! I don’t think he’s uhm… unattractive nor uncaring. I have a Shouto x Reader one shot up on my page, I love him with my whole heart btw and he was my first MHA crush so if you wanna read it, go into my masterlist and check it out!

- I stand by what Kaminari said though. 😂 don’t judge until you’ve tried both HAHA

- I will be honest, I’m glad they were interrupted because the cheeky bit of this chapter was a little bit uhm… too hot. I think Izuku wants his first time to be a bit more mild than whatever was going on before the phone call.

- HAVE A LOVELY WEEKEND, GUYS!!! I hope I haven’t ruined it too much! See you next week!

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foolforharrry · 1 year

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Cactus Mug - Harry Styles Oneshot

Summary: After being away from each other for so long while Harry is on tour, y/n finally decides to go surprise Harry.

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Harry has been on tour for months now. Waking up to a cold bed alone every day is something he’s made known he absolutely despises. As much as he loves performing in front of his fans every night, touring can get lonely. And some days are harder than others.

Today has been one of those days.

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to check my phone for a text message from Harry.

And like almost every single morning, there it was. The notification bubble with his contact name in.

H: Missing you extra tonight. I can’t wait to finally kiss you and have you in my arms again. This house doesn’t really feel like a home without you. So I might have tried out that new recipe you sent me the other day. The mushroom risotto. Not sure where I went wrong, but it didn’t taste very good. So you’ll have to show me how to make it when you get here. Only one more week, yeah? Goodnight, my love.

Reading it, all I could think about was the disappointed frown he must’ve had on his face when he realised that he had messed up the food. Knowing him, he would have eaten as much of it as he could stomach.

It was then I decided to call my boss and ask her if there was any chance that I could work from home. I wasn’t 100% sure if she would grant it, but she must’ve heard the desperation in my voice and decided to show me mercy.

Before Harry, I’d never seen myself as someone who would be able to be in a long-distance relationship. In the past when situations where a relationship would’ve become long distance, I was always the one to end it, not being able to stand being away from the person for that long.

But with Harry it was different. With him, it’s worth it.

That doesn’t mean I’m not counting down the days until we can be together again from the minute he leaves.

Which is why I didn’t think the flight through enough and ended up having to sprint through the airport to make it to my gate in order to not miss my flight, knowing I definitely forgot to pack something I’m going to need but it’s too late to worry about that now.

The second I’m squeezed between a teenage girl and a middle-aged man on the plane at 12:05 pm, I fish my phone out of my pocket again with hands shaky from excitement and nerves. Both over seeing Harry again and the sneaky element of flying to him without him knowing I am.

Me: Morning, Angel. I’ve got a really busy day at work today, so I’m sorry if I don’t get back to you before late. And of course, I’ll teach you how to make it (what would you do without me?). I love you higher than the sky xx

I’m hoping he won’t ask me any questions about what I’m going to be so busy with since I’m a horrible liar, especially under stress.

My prayers are answered when his reply comes almost immediately. The text message attached to a photo of his sleep-puffed face with his eyes closed, pink lips puckered and his hair wild and curly from sleep.

H: Sending all my love and kisses to you baby. Good luck with your day. If you’re not too tired when you get home, we could facetime? I miss your voice so much.

Me: It’ll be nice to see your face again. I miss it.

H: If you miss it too much you can always just look at your lock screen, you know.

Me: Yes. This solves all of my problems! Bye now, my love.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling like a psychopath as I type out one last text message and attach a photo I know will hurt his ego a bit before I set my phone to flight mode.

There hasn’t gone a week since the photo was taken where I haven’t reminded him of its existence. If I can’t share it with anyone else, I’m gonna share it with him.

It was taken almost a year ago in the hotel room we were staying in. Harry had demanded that I take a photo of him with his new cactus mug. The mug was adorable and literally looked like a cactus. He had been posing by the sofa when he forgot that tea is hot. The sip of tea he’d just taken had been sent flying everywhere as well as all the tea that was still inside the mug.

I thank the lucky stars every day for live photos.

While he had been panicking about burning his tongue, he had ended up dropping the mug to the floor. Something he says he’s still upset over.

So last week, when I saw a mug almost identical to the one he broke, I had to buy it for him. It’s safely tucked in my bag. My favourite hoodie of Harry’s is wrapped around it to keep it from breaking. Hopefully.

“You need to put your seatbelt on, miss.”

The polite voice snaps me out of my thought, turning my head to look at the flight attendant. It takes me a second to comprehend, what she says, but when I do I thank her quickly, offering her a small smile before fastening my seatbelt.

When I’m secured, I plug my wired AirPods in, and try my best to get comfortable for the six-hour flight ahead of me

I’ve never really been a fan of flying.

The idea of being crammed in a metal box with a bunch of strangers high up in the clouds for a longer period of time just never appealed to me. Especially not with the occasional screaming baby.

But this might have been one of the least uncomfortable flights I’ve ever taken.

Sleeping for most of it might have a lot to do with it, but oh well.

I’m not gonna lie and say that it wasn’t a relief to finally exit the plane and stand in a building that doesn’t lift off the ground either.

However, that relief doesn’t even get close to the feeling when I finally lay eyes on my final destination.

When the driver finally stops the car, I’m quick to pay before I’m hauling myself and my bag out of the cab while thanking him over my shoulder. He drives off immediately, leaving me alone in front of the house I’m starting to think is empty.

The lights are all turned off and Harry’s car isn’t parked in its usual spot. He only ever parks it in the garage when he’s leaving LA.

A bit defeated, I take my keychain out of the outer pocket of my bag as I step up the few stairs leading to the front door. Finally, after fiddling with it for way too long, I find the right key.

Like I thought, the house is empty. There is no music playing anywhere. The TV is off and there is no sign of life as I drop my bag by the staircase.

Still, just the faint smell of him feels like a warm, much-needed hug.

Not wanting to spoil the surprise, but also wanting to know what he’s up to, I get my phone out of my back pocket and dial Harry’s number on my way up the stairs to the second floor.

He picks up before I’ve reached the top.

“Hi, love.”, Harry’s voice has a smile forming on my face within seconds.

I stop in my tracks, willing my heart to slow down again half convinced he’s able to hear it through the phone from how hard it’s beating. Even after all this time, just hearing his voice makes my stomach fill with butterflies. “Hi, baby. I only have a second. But i wanted to hear your voice. what are you up to?”

That’s a good lie, right?

“I’m on my way to the shop right now. I was craving grapes. Are you ok, though? You sound a little out of breath.”

“I just ran up the stairs.” Not a complete lie. “But anyways. I have to go again.”

“Already?”, he asks, his voice sounding sad.

“I’m sorry, my love.” I genuinely am. “But hey. We’ll see each other so soon, yeah? Can’t wait to see you.”

He hums, “One more week.”

After saying goodbye, I hang up, doing some quick calculations in my head that I do have time to shower the icky feeling of flying off me before he gets back home from the store if I’m fast.

Not wasting any time, I speed walk to our bedroom, making a beeline for Harry’s side of the closet so I can grab one of his hoodies. I settle on a pastel yellow one with a big kawaii drawing of a pug on the front before shuffling to grab a pair of grey sweatpants and some underwear from my own side of the closet.

Since I’m not entirely sure exactly how much time I have before Harry is going to be back home, I decide against music. I can’t let myself get carried away and take too long.

But before I strip out of my clothes and hop in the shower, I run downstairs, pull the cactus mug out of my bag and set it on top of the kitchen island next to the plain black one with a used tea bag that was already left there.

Just in case.

As much as I love our home in New York, it just hasn’t felt the same while he’s been away. The only mess in the apartment was made by me and me alone.

And I’m not gonna lie and say that I haven’t missed the way Harry always leaves a mess behind throughout the week. Whether that be a towel on the floor or a heap of clothes left slung over a chair. Or the way he would vow to get better at tidying up after himself every Sunday only to never follow through on it.

So seeing all the different products and stuff scattered all over the dark grey bathroom countertops brings me a sense of peace I didn’t know that I needed.

I make quick work of my shower, even turning the water off while washing my hair and body to force myself to be more efficient. But even with that, I wasn’t fast enough.

While in the process of pulling the soft hoodie over my head, my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear footsteps just outside the bathroom door.

They’re very quiet. Almost as if the person is trying to keep themselves from anyone hearing them. I wouldn’t even have caught them if it weren’t for the fact that I didn’t close the door all the way.

“Fuck.”, I curse, scrambling to loop my arms through the sleeves just as the door swings open fully to reveal a sight that has me torn between whether to laugh or cry from pure happiness.

Harry is holding a frying pan up in defence, clutching it with both hands as if his life depends on it. And I can’t decide whether he looks terrified or surprised.

I clear my throat, not even caring about the whole plan I had been ruined. “You just gonna stand there, Rapunzel?”

One second later and he’s dropped the frying pan, the sound of it clattering to the ground echoes around the bathroom. But I don’t get to even look at it for more than just a moment before I’m engulfed in one of the tightest hugs I’ve ever gotten.

Harry’s arms go around my waist, burying his face in my neck when I hug him back. I have to stand on my tippy toes to loop my arms around his neck, feeling my eyes start to well up with tears. It’s only now that I’m back in his arms, feeling his chest move with every breath he takes and the puffs of air fanning out over the soft skin of my neck with each exhale.

He’s so freaking warm too. Not just physically. But just the feel of being close enough to smell his cologne and the faint remnants of his body wash makes a warmth spread through my whole body. It’s like taking a sip of hot tea when you’re freezing cold. The heat slowly expanded from my heart to my fingertips.

It feels like home.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, Harry mumbles, forcing a choked chuckle from me as I hug him tighter. “I can always go back to New York if you don’t want me here.”, I joke without meaning it one bit. You’d have to knock me out and drag me along the floor for me to leave.

Pulling back enough to look me in the eye, Harry takes my face in his hands, “If you even think about leaving me alone again, I’m going to follow you. And then when I’ve caught you. I’m gonna throw tomatoes at you.”

The more he speaks, the more he squishes my cheeks, making my words partly slurred which only makes it that much harder to keep a straight face. “What if I want you to throw tomatoes at me?”

He tilts his head to the side with a chuckle, dimples indenting his cheeks. His green eyes look like they’re sparkling from the way the light reflects in them and blush has painted his cheeks pink.

“You’re fucking impossible, you know.”, he breathes out with a laugh.

I run my fingers through his hair, getting distracted momentarily by how soft his curls are. “You still love me, right?”

Instead of answering me with words, Harry ducks down, pressing his lips against mine in a way that has me losing my breath as my eyelids fall shut.

The way he kisses me turns me into putty in his arms. Both from how gently his hands hold my face to how soft his lips are as he mumbles ‘I love you' against my lips between kisses until I’m giggling too much to kiss him back and he just starts peppering kisses all over my face.

I tug lightly on his hair to get pull his face back a bit when I hear a sniffle, frowning when I see his eyes watery with unshed tears. the tip of his nose is a bit red and his lips turned into a pout.

It’s when I ask him what’s wrong, a single tear starts rolling down his cheek quickly followed by another.

Harry blinks rapidly, looking up at the ceiling as he sniffles again but doesn’t tell me why he’s crying.

Wiping his tears away with my thumbs, I kiss his moist cheek tenderly, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. “Tell me what’s wrong, Angel.”

“I just missed you.”, Harry sniffles. “They’re happy tears though.”

“I missed you too.”, I admit. Whispering it to him as if I haven’t told him that I miss him every day we’ve been apart.

“Now really. How are you here, baby?”, Harry asks seriously, sliding his hands from my face down my neck. “I thought you couldn’t get away from work for another week.”

“Well.”, I start, already feeling my cheeks heat up, “Asking your boss very nicely with a drop of desperation seems to work wonders.”

Harry smirks, “Desperation huh?” Even his chest puffs in pride.

“I had to give you your belated birthday present.”, I explain to him, feeling giddy as I remember the genius purchase I made.

“My birthday is in February, love.”

I roll my eyes at him, grabbing his hand before dragging him with me. Careful to step over the pan he dropped.

“Where are we going?”, Harry asks. He still laces our fingers together, giving my hand a squeeze. It might as well have been my heart he had his hand wrapped around with the jump it made at the gesture.

“To get you your present.”

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☆ MASTERLIST ☆

PART 1 PART 2

pairing: felix × jisung

genre: angst, supernatural, smut

summary: "purity. those who possess it can have the access. it's like a key. only the pure souls who die in your world can enter in mine. the only requirement is a body. flesh in exchange for the eternal sun".

word count: 5.5 K (in part 1)

content warning: depression, death, mentions of suicide, pain and sufference, parallel universes, smut, jisung and felix are so in love it hurts, eventual happy ending

a/c: i wrote this a few years ago and never finished it, but i cared so much about the idea itself that i forced myself back to finally put an end to it. i still don't know how many chapters i will divide this into, but i guess it will be 3/4 maximum. please, enjoy it at least half as much as i did ♡

I have never been a diamond. For as long as I can remember, I have always sided with the useless. Many have tried to make me face who I am, and still, the only thing I could see were black eyes and no intention to exist. Even after years, when I look in the mirror, my image continues to show me something I do not recognize as myself. I never wanted to shine, I was always at the bottom of a hole. Never a diamond, just a lightless opal. Strings pulling a puppet without someone to maneuver it. A reflection.

Jisung wakes up the way incongruents do. He opens his eyes, blinks twice, maybe three times. As the light overbearingly invades the room, he curses and swears at everything around him. If he knew more than one language he would probably curse in that one too. He throws his legs off the bed and slowly stretches them. He arches his back like a cat and feels his vertebrae snap as if they were moving away from each other.

The first foot on the icy floor is traumatic, as always, and the second is certainly no better. With shuffling steps he makes his way to the window, the cause and fault of all that light, and behind the wide-open sashes he finds a busy Seoul, more alive than ever. Jisung snorts contritely and pulls the small rope that holds the blinds up. Only when the room stagnates in a lazy half-light, he lets out a sigh of relief. He takes two steps toward the mattress and for a few seconds he thinks about throwing himself back on it, fuck all commitments, classes, university, and fuck his phone that just decided to ring.

Groping around, with his eyes still half-closed, he slips an arm under his pillow and looks for the cause of all that noise. He brushes against the cover of his cell phone, which slides a few inches forward, slipping from his fingers. Oh, that's perfect. Thank you. When he finally manages to grab it, he unlocks the call without even looking at the screen.

"No".

From the other line he ears a grunt and a cough, then an overly deep voice.

"No, what?"

Jisung rolls his eyes and sits on his bed, crossing his ankles and shaking his head.

"Minho?"

"No, your majesty the queen. I won't take a no as an answer from anyone, especially not from you".

More noises in the background. Jisung thinks he hears a slap, another grunt, and the squelching sound of a kiss.

"Jisung? Sorry, that animal took my phone from my hands while you were answering me".

Another voice, much more graceful and alert than the previous one, rings inside his ear. Jisung barely pulls the device away while looking up.

"Do we want to continue with all this whining or are you going to tell me why you called me? I'm quite busy".

"Busy? Are you jacking off? Anyway, I heard you answering no. And you know I don't accept a no as an answer from anyone, especially from..."

Jisung stands up from his bed and stumbles over a slipper. Not that balance has ever been his best quality.

"Did you and your boyfriend decided to talk the same way to irritate me endlessly? Because you always do it without even trying, just for you to know".

The voice squeaks in a distinctly offended tone, and Jisung can imagine his interlocutor's lips curving into a grimace.

"Han Jisung, if you don't get your ass out your house and get ready in twenty minutes, I swear to God I will set fire to your life and everything I can find in it. You cannot miss another class. That is mandatory".

The sound of the closed signal wakes Jisung up from the morning fog. He runs a hand over his sweaty face and, with the phone still wedged between his shoulder and head, he whispers.

"Good morning to you, Chan".

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After twenty minutes and many other curses, Jisung is standing outside of his elegant building. His lace-up shoes, combed hair, and an off-white shirt shine as if lit by stage spotlights. He glances at the expensive watch he wears on his wrist and he thinks that, if impressions were always right, then he would be a spoiled daddy's boy with a beautiful girlfriend and a perfect life. Instead, he reflects bitterly as Chan's car pulls up in front of him, he is a daddy's boy who hates his privileged status, with no one beside him and a nuclear explosion always about to burst his brain. But there is no need to worry. Impressions are everything.

"You have awful dark circles".

Jisung slips into the back seat of Chan's expensive car. He tosses his shoulder strap and smiles sarcastically at Minho.

"I wouldn't worry about other people's dark circles with an ugly face like yours".

Minho bursts out laughing, slowly driving back into the lane. Jisung leans toward the seat in front of his, hugging the backrest.

"Someday you will explain to me why you always let him drive your car".

Chan turns to look at him and pinches his nose. He does this on purpose to make him nervous because he knows how much Jisung despites physical contact.

"Because I can recognize my limits, unlike you. And don't try to deflect the topic. You missed a week of classes, the professors were starting to get impatient, and I couldn't take notes for the three of us. Can you explain what the fuck were you doing?"

Jisung shakes off his best friend with a vacant stare.

"The three of us?" He asks, sidestepping the question.

"You know that this animal", Chan reaches out to point at Minho "does everything but paying attention. However, an answer would be more than welcome".

Jisung huffs and crosses his legs against the seat in front of him. He does not want to answer. He has no reason to justify his absence from classes. He did absolutely nothing during that week. He procrastinated everything that could be done, ate very little and showered even less. He spent all his time lying on his huge bed in his huge house, alone, looking at the ceiling and thinking about how his life was going in a completely unfamiliar and negative direction. Starting with the university that had been chosen by someone else, his house that had been delivered to him already furnished, and all the relationships that he had that now seemed false, distant, and unattainable. Jisung felt like his essence was been split against his will and another person was living his life. His real self was behind a mirror, imprisoned and motionless, watching him silently, without uttering a word.

He closes his eyes and presses his fingers to the junction of his nose.

"I had a fever, I couldn't get up".

Chan sighs. He doesn't believe him for a moment, but insisting with Jisung is like yelling to a mountain to get up and walk.

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Minho pulls over near the curb to let Jisung and Chan off. He said that he will not join them. He has an interview with a colleague of his parents who may decide to take him as an intern. Chan places a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. A kiss that, according to Jisung, lasts a little too long considering they are not alone, and then he runs into the cafeteria next to the university to get them two iced americanos. Jisung picks up his briefcase and smooths out the creases on his blue cigarette pants.

"You are not well".

Minho is looking at him as people may look at an underfed dog on the side of the road.

"Why do I feel like this is not a question?"

Jisung gets out of the car and closes the door, then walks over to stand next by the other boy and he scrutinizes him for a few seconds. Minho works as a model, it's inevitable for him to be attractive. He has muscular legs, fair skin, and big eyes. But Jisung knows that's not the reason he was hired. The truth is that Minho knows exactly what he wants, from everything. From his job, from his relationship, from life. He has a very strong determination that is impossible not to notice in his gaze.

Jisung instead, and he turns around to look at his image in the rearview mirror, has the gaze of someone who does not even want to be noticed.

"It wasn't. It was an observation".

"I don't need any help".

"I know. You and I are the same".

Jisung bursts out laughing, his laugh drained of any sort of amusement.

"You and I have nothing in common, for your luck".

Minho smiles at him accommodatingly as he places one hand on the steering wheel and one on the gear. Jisung steps out of the car and onto the sidewalk.

He looks at his reflection on Chan’s shiny red car. He can barely recognize the lips he was so proud of, even if it’s ridiculous to think about it now that it seems like centuries have passed. They are a lurid, wispy copy of what they used to be. He has absolutely no recollection of how long it has been since he last kissed someone with that mouth. There is not a single time he can look at himself without a sense of nausea pervading him from head to toe and forcing him to look away immediately. Despite his best efforts, however, his image haunts him wherever he goes and whatever he does.

A rather violent push wakes him up from his thoughts. Minho is still in front of him, huffing because the light is still red and preventing him from moving forward. Jisung turns his head to see where the push came from. He catches a glimpse of the back of a boy who is quickly walking away.

"Hey!"

He yells at him loudly enough so that the latter can hear him above the infernal noise of the traffic, but the boy keeps walking fast, almost quickening his pace.

Jisung moves forward and decides that no, he absolutely does not want to be ignored like that by someone who has just run into him.

"Hey!", he repeats, and starts running until he finds himself behind him. A few meters behind, the green light finally lets Minho turn on the engine.

"I'm not saying you have apologize, but at least you could turn around".

Jisung grabs the arm of the rude stranger who quickly walks into the crosswalk, dragging Jisung with him. He doesn’t even give him a glance and doesn’t turn around.

Jisung opens his mouth and now he is sure that he will not continue to be so kind if this guy is going to avoid him. He absentmindedly hears Chan's footsteps coming out of the cafeteria and he's about to tell him to wait for him just a moment, just long enough for him to clear a few things up with the stranger who has, he's pretty sure, hit him on purpose.

Instead, his ears catch only the sound of the two coffee cups slipping down from his friend's hands and a shrill quiver. He just has the time to turn his head and see Chan with his mouth wide open and his eyes terrified, standing motionless on the sidewalk, with one hand extended in his direction.

"What..."

But he does not have the time to finish the sentence because he feels a tug from the stranger he is still grabbing by the elbow, and then a dull pain.

The last thing he senses is an immense red stain in front of him, smell of burning tires irritating his nostrils and a loud ringing noise in his ears. Then nothing.

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beep beep beep

-Jisung-.

Jisung hears a familiar voice calling him. Jisung? Was that the right name? His ears do not react. Another low sounding voice echoes around him.

"Jisung. Come back. We won't let you go".

Something touches his face, very lightly. A deep breath. Jisung tries to figure out in what position his body is placed. He feels forced into something even though he is almost certain he is lying down. He seems to be missing a piece, a part of himself. There is a strong foreign smell of disinfectant alcohol. He tries to open his eyes but cannot find the right muscles to do so.

"Please".

The first voice, the softer, more familiar one, continues to speak to him. He feels a hand caressing his face and eyelids. Once he feels that pressure, he finally identifies where his eyes are and manages to blink once.

"He is waking up".

It takes him a few moments to bring the scene into focus. There is too much white and the light is glaring. He sees, first blurred and then increasingly sharp, three faces leaning over him. Two of them he recognizes, one of them he does not know to whom he belongs. He closes and reopens his eyelids several times until he completely focuses on his surroundings.

"Where..."

He tries to speak but his voice is unfamiliar, as if he had just finished working in the mine. He coughs and regrets it bitterly a second later. Every breath causes him a painful twinge in his chest.

"You are at the hospital".

Chan speaks to him with shining eyes. Jisung turns his head and sees several tubes attached to his arm.

"What?"

Minho curls an arm around Chan's waist and pulls him close. The doctor, the man whose face he did not recognize, checks the IVs and the monitor beside his bed.

"Talk and move as little as possible. The more you try to rest the faster we can discharge you".

He gives him a smile, then looks apprehensively at the two boys next to him and leaves the room.

"What", repeats Jisung panting. His breathing quickens as he realizes where he is.

"You had an accident". Minho squeezes Chan tightly as he speaks. "You crossed the street all of a sudden, I was too close. I tried to hit the brakes but you were..."

He pauses for a moment, closing his eyes. He tightens his lips as he tries not to fidget like his boyfriend.

"Jisung", continues Chan. "I came out of the cafeteria and I saw you crossing the street with someone. The light was green, Minho was a meter away from you, he couldn't stop on time. He literally drove all over you. You were in a coma for a week. I, we thought ..."

His words are interrupted as he begins to cry his body shaking violently.

One week. One week of coma. Jisung's eyes are wide open and he feels his heart stop.

"We thought you wouldn't make it".

Minho's voice is terribly serious. It is obvious that he feels responsible for what has happened.

"What do I have now?".

The voice seems not to belong to him, as if it came from miles away and he heard only its distant echo.

"You have nothing, that's what no one can understand. You should have your pelvis broken, together with all your ribs, arms and legs. You should have a head injury. You should be dead, really. They did all the checks on you as soon as you got here. Nothing came up. In fact, you weren't even really in a coma. It was like you were asleep. No one has given a plausible explanation, Jisung. It seems like a miracle".

At those words, Chan detangles himself from his boyfriend's protective embrace and collapses on Jisung, crying on his neck and caressing his shoulders and all the parts he can reach.

"I will never be able to forget the noise the car made when it crashed into you. Never".

Minho lowers his head and begins to tremble as well before slumping down in the chair beside the bed. Jisung just lifts his arm to let it rest on Chan's head and stroke his hair. The movement costs him immense effort.

"It's not your fault, Minho".

Minho sinks his hands into his hair and a few tears line his cheeks.

"Yes it is. I should have gone slower, I should have tried to stop earlier, I should have..."

Jisung raises a finger to silence him and shakes his head very slowly. No, he mimes with his lips, it's not your fault. Chan seems to recover and looks up at him.

"I don't think I've ever been so afraid in my life". he whispers and caresses Jisung’s sweat-soaked forehead.

Jisung closes his eyes. He feels his head bursting as if he had a crowd of people inside of it, jumping and banging their feet on his brain.

A week asleep in something which is not even a coma. Nothing broken, no repercussions. Like it never happened. It seems so unreal to him that he thinks he's going to wake up in his room, with the alarm beeping annoyingly and no will to go to class.

Then, in a second, a thought hits him on the spot and he stiffens.

"There was another person. There was another person with me".

It’s little more than a hiss, but Chan and Minho hear him. The two boys look at each other, and Jisung clearly sees something snap. He can almost hear the sound of it when Chan takes his right wrist in his hands, gently.

"The other person died".

Jisung does not sleep that night and neither does the following.

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Jisung is discharged three days later.

His parents called him from the US. The line was bad and he couldn't say much. Not that he had much to tell, he couldn't remember anything, and he wouldn't have wanted to hear their voices anyway. Their son could have died in a car accident, and they didn't even care enough to take a plane to visit him. But he expected it after all. In fact, he is not even that disappointed when he finds out that Chan and Minho were the only ones staying with him during the days he was unconscious.

Jisung decides not to ask the other boy's name. He simply cannot. And even though he does not believe in the existence of God, he thanks him. He thanks him all the way home, with Chan and Minho attached to him, afraid to let him move. He thanks him for seconds, minutes, hours. He thanks him, but not for being alive. He thanks him because he didn’t see his face. If he had, if the boy had turned around when he grabbed his arm, his face would have been sculpted in his mind like a firebrand.

But he didn’t see it, and that allows him a sort of detachment, some dignity. It spares him some pain. That’s why he is grateful to a God in whom he doesn’t even believe. Maybe Jisung will be able to move on without the remorse hunting him, reminding him that if he hadn’t chased him, if he hadn’t screamed and touched him, the boy could still be alive. alive. alive. alive.

"Jisung".

Jisung looks away from the buildings flowing behind the cab window. Chan smiles at him. Minho, two days earlier, confessed that he destroyed the car. He would never be able to get into it again after the accident.

"I'm fine". he answers to the unspoken question.

In fact, it's not even a lie. He is fine, he feels no pain whatsoever and he is able to move perfectly as nothing ever happened. But then he remembers the nape of that neck, the slim waist, the thin arm he grabbed, and he realizes that no, he is not fine at all.

They get outside of his building a few minutes later. Jisung stares at it, standing imposingly in one of the most luxurious parts of the city, and inside he knows he doesn't deserve any of that.

"I'll walk you upstairs".

Chan takes his hand and tries to open the door, but Jisung pulls him back and forces him to sit back in his seat.

"No need. I can go. You guys go and rest".

"Jisung, I will not leave you".

Chan crosses his arms over his chest and looks at him seriously, with a worried frown in his voice.

Jisung knows he just wants to protect him, but Chan doesn't understand how much he needs to stay alone with himself and his thoughts.

"But I need to be alone".

Minho nods understandingly and holds his boyfriend against his chest.

"Call us if you need anything. You know we are here".

Jisung forces a smile. Minho looks at him and he knows it's not spontaneous, but he appreciates that he tried despite everything.

"I know. Thank you".

He gets out of the cab with his small bag containing his clothing, medications and tranquilizers, plus a prescription for a psychologist session that he is certain he will not use. The vehicle behind him disappears into the traffic.

Jisung looks around and everything seems so strange, unnatural, and different, almost frightening to him. With a sigh he crosses the threshold of the building and walks down the hall feeling everyone's gaze on him.

Before anyone can speak to him, however, he steps into the elevator and leans his back against the polished wall. He looks up and tries hard not to think about when, an instant before the crash, he pulled the boy against his chest.

When he enters in his apartment, it almost seems that time did not pass. Everything is still as it was the day of the accident. When Minho came to get his clothes he evidently did not touch anything else, and Jisung mentally thanks him for that. Jisung faces the bed, which is still unmade, and throws himself on it carelessly. The mattress bounces under his weight.

The window is closed, but Seoul's afternoon light filters inside from the large living room balcony. Jisung curls up and closes his eyes trying to silence the voices in his head, and he thinks that somewhere in the universe someone must really hate him.

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He wakes up that it is barely dawn. A dim ray, too weak to really disturb him, hits his sleep-wrinkled face and softens his forehead. He has been tossing and turning in bed all night. Not that he thought he was going to sleep, but he hoped that his head would give him at least a few hours of rest before starting to replay in slow motion the full dynamics of the crash. He listlessly gets up and shuffles into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator in search of something to eat.

He picks up a jar of yogurt, but when he looks at the expiration date he tosses it into the dumpster. A black banana falls into his hand. Jisung shudders because he only eats unripe fruit, and he throws that too. Eventually he finds a box of rice cereals buried on the top floor of the pantry. He begins to eat it leaning against the peninsula of the table while chewing slowly and looking out from the balcony. The city has woken up before him, as far as he can hear from the sound of the engines and horns coming from outside. Living on the top floor of a building in Gangnam is irrelevant if you can't have some peace, he thinks.

When his stomach seems to have calmed down, he decides to take a shower. Maybe that will wash away the horrible feeling of heaviness, together with the hospital smell he has been carrying around for days.

He is about to take off his shirt and pants when he hears his phone ringing insistently.

"How are you?"

Jisung lowers his pants and boxers in one swoop while he puts his phone in an impossible position on the crook of his neck.

"As I should".

"And that is?".

"Like shit, Chan".

He hears a soft snort from the other line. He can imagine his friend pacing up and down in his apartment, trying not to wake up Minho.

"Do you want me to come over? You won’t have anything to eat. I'll bring you lunch later".

Jisung takes off his shirt too and stands naked in the half-light, crossing his legs and closing his eyes.

"Thanks but it's not..."

Chan interrupts him, the angry tone clashing with his pain.

"Han Jisung, don't tell me it's not necessary or I swear I'll kick your ass. I'll just bring you lunch. And don't you dare not to open the door. I spent the night thinking about you, all alone in that huge thing you call home, so I expect you to eat whatever I’ll get you. Did I make myself clear?"

Jisung remains silent a few seconds, waiting for his friend to finish his rant.

"You have made yourself clear. But now get a couple of hours of sleep. When I said I feel like crap I didn't mean I'm going to jump out of a window. Okay?"

"Not at all. See you later".

As usual, the sound of the line makes Jisung wake up completely.

"See you later". he murmurs to himself.

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The water is warm and reddens his skin. Jisung stands still and looks at the ceiling. For a moment he forgets what did happen up to that moment. For a second he is just Han Jisung, he is twenty-three years old, a law student who has two very good friends, a beautiful house and no problems. A normal guy. Everything looks so right inside that steamy cabin where everything exists in its proper place, perfectly set in every corner of his head.

However, when he slides the transparent door open, everything reverts to its disordered state and evaporates along with the drops of boiling water. Jisung absentmindedly observes the skin of his stomach. There are no marks left to testify the accident, and the IV holes are disappearing from his arms. Perhaps time will heal his thoughts as well.

He takes a towel from the closet next to the shower and he vigorously rubs his hair and face. He has no idea about the conditions of his face, to tell the truth. He has not looked at himself for more than a week.

He places the spongy fabric on a shelf and he approaches the mirror. He crinkles his eyes and thousands of black dots appear in front of him, blurring his vision. He staggeringly leans against the sink and waits until he can see everything clearly again. The lights above the mirror are too bright, and Jisung quickly thinks he needs to replace them.

"I must look terrible". he murmurs to himself, laughing dryly.

"You do not".

A voice clearly resonates inside the room.

Jisung turns icy, motionless. A meaningless echo rumbles with the quick realization that someone is there.

Someone broke into.

Into his house. Into his bathroom.

Jisung breath quickens. He keeps his gaze on the sink, trying to figure out where that voice might be coming from.

No one has the keys to his apartment, he thinks disconnectedly. Only Chan knows where he hides them. But a break-in seems unreasonable to him. His apartment is on the 25th floor of a building which is under constant surveillance.

Then who, how, why

"Who are you?"

His voice gushes out rather controlled compared to the nuclear bomb that has just exploded inside his chest. Jisung barely straightens his back and, from the corner of his eyes, he looks behind him, searching for a shadow that would give him a hint of where the stranger is hiding.

"Look up".

The stranger's voice is calm, gentle. A simple observation.

Jisung straightens up a bit. The voice is not coming from behind, he is sure.

"Who are you?" he repeats.

This time his mask of fake strength cracks blatantly. He takes a fleeting glance at his hands and he is not surprised to find them shaking.

"Why don't you see it by yourself?"

Jisung's brain makes a space-time jump. He is no longer inside his bathroom, but in his parents' house. In the living room, to be exact. He is sixteen years old, with fairly long and neglected hair, and an uncertain smile on his face. His brother is sitting in front of him. He is talking to him.

"When you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation", he tells him, "and you can't make the right decision, you have to consider everything you see as a dream inside your imagination. A dream you are living as the protagonist. You think you don't know what is going to happen, but the only one who decides the fate of the ending is you. Even if you don't know it. Even if the events make no sense. You are the only master of your dream and the only director of your life. So, take a breath, open your eyes and observe. Don't get carried away by your emotions. Watch everything as if it doesn’t affect you personally. Because, at the end, it’s just a scene in the movie you are filming. Twists and turns are inevitable, but if you pay attention you will see that there are small discrepancies between the reels that you change. You just have to watch and breathe. Just that, Jisung. Watch and breathe".

Watch and breathe.

Jisung hears those words blowing in his ears. He lifts his head and, somewhere far away, he hears the ticking of water drops falling on the floor.

In front of him there is still the same mirror framing in perspective the bathroom where he is standing. Watching and breathing.

Jisung watches and breathes.

He watches the reflection of a fair body in front of him, a body with a small chest and narrow shoulders, eyes large and expressive, hair blonde, long and neat.

He breathes what must be liquid oxygen, because he feels it flowing differently inside his lungs, it cannot be just air.

He watches a pair of red lips, a small nose, and milky skin adorned with freckles. A face that almost seems to glow under the light of the bulb. He breathes sweat, and he feels as if it rests on his body in a veil, enveloping him completely.

He watches a shy smile, not bold or opinionated. A smile which is just overwhelmingly sweet.

He watches a face of a stranger he has never seen. And he breathes, breathes blood bubbling unsteadily under his enlarged veins.

The reflection in the mirror is not Jisung. The reflection in the mirror is everything Jisung is not. Because Jisung has a tan body, a broad chest and broad shoulders. Jisung has sharp, dull eyes, wet hair, and pale, wispy lips. His nose is bigger and his skin is dull despite of being damp from the shower. Jisung does not smile under the light bulb. Jisung has something that prevents him from pulling his facial muscles and curling his mouth. Jisung is naked in front of the mirror, yet he is wearing a mask. Jisung doesn’t shine, above all. He doesn’t shine.

The boy behind the mirror watches him and breathes. He watches him and breathes in a way that is the same of Jisung, but so much different that it almost hurts. So he reaches out his hand and rests it on the surface of the glass, as to reassure him.

And that’s when he speaks again, when his voice echoes inside that room, that Jisung knows that he is really what he will never be.

"I have always been here". he says.

Then all the lights turn off, or perhaps it’s Jisung himself that is turning off. He closes his eyes and it almost feels like an abomination because he was finally seeing a light.

The last image he sees it’s a hand on a glass in a bathroom, in a building, in a city whose name he cannot remember.

But that's okay.

Because Jisung believes him.

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#stray kids #skz #han jisung #lee felix #felix #skz angst #skz supernatural #skz smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagine #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut

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roarriita · 7 months

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On Your Mark, Get set, Go ↠ Caitlyn Kiramman

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- Short Blurb/Oneshot -

WC: 557

Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader

Synopsis: You and Caitlyn have a make out session after she throws some guy on his ass for disrespecting you.

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You stared at Caitlyn in absolute admiration. The way she stood tall in the face of danger was something worth admiring. For a girl who grew up with the privilege of getting to be weak, she really did prove to be the exact opposite. With one last punch to the gut, Caitlyn flung the injured grown man to the ground. “This was all completely unnecessary and entirely avoidable. Next time a lady says excuse me, you move. It’s what a true gentleman would do.

This all happened because some jerk wouldn’t move out the way while you and Caitlyn were on the way to your place. You lived in the undercity which meant you were very used to people being disrespectful and not caring about their manners. Caitlyn on the other hand, did not take that lightly, at least not when it came to you. When the man turned around to intimidatingly stare down at you instead of simply moving, Caitlyn scoffed before pushing him away. This, of course, led to a physical fight, one that your girlfriend would emerge triumphant to.

“Nice going, babe.” You smiled as she walked back over to you.

“You think?” She asked, genuinely.

“Yeah, you beat that guy to a pulp.” You said as you reached to grab her bruised knuckles. “And as much as I appreciate you for that, I’d prefer you not to get hurt because of me.”

“Technically, it’s my job. I am an enforcer after all.” Caitlyn said.

“Shhh…” You hushed her, looking around to see if anyone heard her. If people found out what she did for a living they’d definitely have an issue with her being here. Might even try to run her out with pitchforks and torches. “First of all, be careful throwing that word around in the open like that and second of all, you’re off duty.”

“Well, how about my excuse being that I just love you. How about that?” Caitlyn smirked at you.

“Hmm, guess I can’t argue with you on that one.” You pulled her knuckles up to kiss as you stared into her soften blue eyes.

“I think I deserve a little more than that…” Caitlyn suggested.

“You’re right.” You smiled before stopping in front of her to cup her face. “My beautiful and brave girl.” You caressed her cheek with your thumb before pulling her down to place a kiss on her pretty lips. Your lips moved perfectly with hers. Your lips molding in heavenly and different ways over and over again, unintentionally starting a heavy makeout session.

Your hand sneaked its way down to her waist as you pulled her body closer to yours. “I need you so bad, (Y/N).” Caitlyn whispered up against your lips.

“Then we better hurry. We’re only 4 minutes away from my place, 3 if we run.” You smirked.

“Bet we can make it there in 2 minutes.” Caitlyn challenged you.

“Oh really?”

“I mean, with the right sort of motivation I’m sure we could do it.” Caitlyn caressed your cheek as her eyes moved from your lips to your eyes. Those (Y/C/E) eyes that she loved so much.

You chuckled, noticing how her cheeks warmed up. “On your mark,”

“Get set,” Caitlyn continued as you moved to stand beside her.

“Go.” You almost whispered before you two took off.

#caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn oneshot #caitlyn kiramman blurb #x reader #caitlyn kiramman as your girlfriend #arcane #arcane fic

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moonsorchid · 2 months

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Rewatching ep.28 of Love Between Fairy and Devil and having some *cough* strong emotions

Part 1 (because I have a lot to talk about)

(spoilers ahead)

Um, what does that butterfly do to Shangque?

Shangque, baby, no, no, no, no, don't do this to yourself

I can never get tired of Canglan sea visuals

So Jieli has to keep taking an antidote every three days? I had totally forgotten about that. I try to find reasons to justify Ronghao’s actions – apart from him being a total snack – and I am sorry but I fail

Oh, my baby is at the bridge. She is so happy! I was so happy too when I first watched this scene. If only I knew

Look how happy he is too! He is finally smiling naturally. So excited that he will meet Xiao Lanhua at the bridge

But hey, will his brother let him be happy? Noooooooo. Little brat

Btw, if I was Dongfang Qingcang and people were outside my palace messing with my personal life, I wouldn’t have kept my cool

This whole scene of people asking him to kill Xiao Lanhua, is causing me nausea, and I wish I was kidding

But I have to pause and admire DFQC’s costume and the light. He looks majestic and there has never been a scene where he looks more a King than this one – I think

For a moment there I thought he was going to burn them all and I got excited. But he just used like one of the last three remaining blasts of hellfire to half destroy a pillar

Xunfeng, seriously, please get a hobby, do something else with your life other than trying to ruin your brother’s life – yes, I am angry, very angry

DFQC is way calmer than I could ever be. He explains eloquently why Xiao Lanhua is the best and how he has helped him. He has come such a long way

I hate though that the kingdom learns first that he loves her and wants to marry her before she does

Awwwweeee, he wanted to prepare the greatest wedding for her. Now I am sad. We never got to see that wedding. Petition for a season 2 to see the wedding

Question: DFQC realized in Lucheng that Xiao Lanhua is the goddess of Xishan. Why doesn’t he reveal this information now to stop them from b*tching about her being a fairy?

Xiao Lanhua is waiting at the bridge

Awwwwe

Oh now, you are all “Please think twice” and you act like you care for your brother. You exhaust me, Xunfeng

Xiao Lanhua is still waiting and it’s night now

Oh no, not the scene with the spikes. Not my baby. I am not emotionally ready. Nooooooooo

I had not prepared any tissues – I am keeping them for ep. 31 – but I feel like I will need them. Damn, it's so much harder to watch this scene for the second time. I don’t want anyone hurting them, I can’t!

And they keep on hitting the spike over and over and over again. *trying not to cry*

Xiao Lanhua is still waiting. I mean they could have done that with the spikes the next day. Let them have a romantic night for crying out loud

Aaaawe, he arrived. My heart.

This should have been the most romantic scene of the show, not one of the most heartbreaking scenes *pouting*

Their first kiss as a couple *melting*

Love how she pulls away and he still wants to kiss. Not sure if that was in the script *wink wink*

Why did her bracelet do that sparkle thingy? What did that mean? Why now?

Poor DFQC and poor Xiao Lanhua

I hadn’t realized on my first watch that he created thunder. So, Xiao Lanhua knew exactly how he felt

He went through all this excruciating pain and he still thinks of keeping her warm

Awe the marriage proposal. Finally something cheerful. I love that he had planned to have the proposal the day after they would hang the locks at the bridge. Who knew he would be so romantic *heart shaped eyes*

Xiao Lanhua is all like I don’t care about the treasures and stuff, but look, I made you this grass bracelet, will you marry me? She always has a way to subvert his expectations, right?

Oh come on, Xunfeng, let them kiss! I wanted to end this part on a good note, but you just had to show up like a fart during a date

Stopping here and pretending Xunfeng never happened. They just got engaged, grass bracelet and all, they are happy and ready to kiss.

Part 2 coming soonish (depending on my blood pressure I guess)

#i apologize about the language and the ranting #i am usually polite and kind and a lady #but not when i watch this show #it has my emotions running wild #it's just a show #i keep reminding myself #however don't let this fool you #i adore every second of it hehe #exactly because it evokes such strong emotion #love between fairy and devil #lbfad #rewatching #mine #orchid's reactions

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(Meet the Parents Pt. 2)

@haiseiscute333 @sunshines-child

“Mom, you don’t need to hover over Nico. If he needs anything, I’ll get it for him,” Aeon said, chuckling as his mom brought another plate of dish to a flustered Nico who clearly wasn’t used to being given too much attention. His lover hadn’t even finished his plate but was already filling up a second one.

“I’m sorry. It’s just- He’s so much thinner than I expected. I’m telling you, if you don’t start taking care of him, I’m going to be very upset with you,” Sally sternly warned her eldest.

“It’s fine, Mrs.- I mean, Mom,” Nico corrected himself. “I have a small stomach since I’m used to skipping meals from having my work schedule packed. Ah, I-I’m fixing it now. And Aeon already discussed it with my manager,” he added hastily when it looked like his mother-in-law was about to reprimand his fiance for something Aeon had no control over.

“That’s good. You tell me if he’s not taking care of you, all right? I’ll come down and give this boy a scolding,” Sally said.

“Am I your son or is he?” Aeon asked, a corner of his lips lifting out of humor.

“Both of you are. I have three sons now,” Sally declared proudly, looking over at her actual sons. Percy managed a small smile but kept his head lowered as he ate his meal quietly.

He supposed, if Nico was with him, he would be elated to hear that from his mother’s lips. But the fact that he wasn’t, that he was with his brother instead, filled him with a bitterness that made it almost impossible to swallow. He sneaked a glance towards Nico for the umpteenth time, wished he hadn’t for the umpteenth time, because - as with the previous times - those beautiful brown eyes weren’t looking in his direction anymore. What he’d give, what he’d do, to have them acknowledge him once more.

“What are you doing?” Aeon questioned his fiance as Nico pulled his plate towards him.

“These are all your favorites, right?” Nico noted, carefully transferring a few dishes from his second plate to Aeon’s, arranging them neatly before passing his plate back.

Aeon looked at the assortment, a small affectionate smile curling his lips as he took notice of all that Nico placed on his plate. They were all his favorite, down to Aeon’s preferences on the parts, and even while being bombarded by his mother, Nico had taken them with him in mind.

“Thanks, love.” Aeon was unable to help himself - he leaned over, pressing their lips together in a soft, lingering kiss, right in front of his family and his brother’s (current) girlfriend. He could see Nico blushing in response, heard his mother cooing and his father coughing politely in the background. Did he care if he was acting inappropriately? Not at all. At the moment, all he cared about was his precious angel.

Though, as he pulled back, he realized that he also cared about what reaction his action would pull from Percy. The deathly glare he received in return, and the way Percy clutched at his utensils until the whites of his knuckles became visible were gratifying.

“Are you going to tell us when your wedding is? Or do we have to wait for you to announce it again on the television?” Don asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Well…” Aeon lowered his cutlery. “Nico wanted to finish filming his movie first. Based on that, I’d place the wedding around June.”

“June?” Percy asked in disbelief. There was the smallest hint of panic in his eyes that wasn’t visible to anyone else but his twin brother. “That’s four months away! Isn’t that too fast?”

“Not at all. We could easily get married this weekend if we want to,” Aeon said casually. “But we agreed on letting him finish his movie shoot first. I have years to prepare everything; I can wait for a few more months.”

“I’m really going to have to talk to Maria,” Sally huffed, oblivious to her youngest’s slowly paling features. “If she just agreed all those years ago, I could have had my son-in-law much earlier.”

“I think, if I had met Aeon years ago, I wouldn’t have the same maturity I have now to be in a relationship with him,” Nico admitted, reaching for his fiancé’s hand. “I think our time is just right. I’m at the point in my life where I can confidently say that I want to be with him for the rest of our lives.”

Aeon naturally smiled in response. Percy felt like Nico just stabbed him on the chest with a blunt knife.

“Is that it then?” Annabeth suddenly slipped into their conversation. “You said you’d marry. Clearly, after filming the movie, you have lots of projects lined up. Are you going to abandon all of them?”

‘Just for a guy,’ was unspoken but heavily implied.

“I already told my manager that, aside from promoting the new movie and my current workload, I won’t be taking any new ones for a year,” Nico answered, ignoring the coldness of her tone, yet questioning it in his head all the same. Again, why was she being cold towards him? They - she and Percy - were the ones who owed him, not the other way around. “I want to enjoy and focus on my marriage at that time.”

“That’s a huge risk. Normally, when actors become… inactive for a certain period, the public loses interest in them. Their popularity drops, which affects their work prospects in the future. Do you really want to take that risk of becoming obsolete?” Annabeth asked.

“Me? Obsolete? It would take many years to make me obsolete to this industry,” Nico said, putting on that trademark smile of his - that charming and playful yet seductive smile that had millions of fans clamoring at his feet, begging for his attention; had Percy begging for his attention.

“Besides, even if he loses work in the future, I’m more than capable of supporting him,” Aeon said confidently. “Though, I don’t think it would ever come to that. Nico has his own separate businesses that could effortlessly fund his entire family’s current lifestyle for generations.”

“I appreciate your concern, but as you can see, I am in an excellent position,” Nico told Annabeth, keeping that same professional smile on his lips. “It would take more than a year to financially cripple me, and much longer to make me obsolete. If I were you-”

Nico deliberately paused. “Sorry, I mean, if I were a rising star, I would take that opportunity to catch up.” Aeon discreetly smiled as stormy gray eyes flashed with anger.

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Might have a part 3... and part 4... and part 5...

#ceo! aeon x celebrity! nico di angelo #aeon (pjo)#nico di angelo #nion #percy jackson #annabeth chase #sally jackson #poseidon (pjo)#pjo

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daisiesonafield-blog · 2 years

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Venice anon here! I was at the premiere just for the beginning and the end and it was, in my colleague’s opinion, “the most awkward one we’ve ever worked”, and we probably worked more than 200 between the two of us. The cast walked in without much fanfare while guests were still being seated, which is unusual. There was an award being given to the costume designer and the side of the gallery where crew was seated was louder for that than for the film. The costume designer gave a very nice thank you speech to Olivia and it seemed like things were going to go well for her but by the time we came back the vibe in the room was very different. It was one of the shortest applause we’ve ever seen, with the fact that Florence just started to walk away about 2 minutes in being the complete kiss of death. I am flabbergasted that a room full of fans and crew was so cold when it came to the end, like that is THE most forgiving room you’ll ever screen your film for. I guess they were picking up on the awkwardness of the cast vibes which was palpable. My colleague called it the “cringe mist”.

As far as Holivia interactions go, the one where they briefly whisper behind Chris’ back was literally the only one before and after the film. I was standing where I could see her directly and my girl was trying but Harry was literally saying hello to anyone who would look his way rather than locking eyes with her. I saw them standing before the screening and they were in separate groups, I’m sure they must have interacted but it definitely was not date night lol. Some of the Italian girls working as ushers there were saying “we should try, he’s obviously single” or something like that.

Re the Nick kiss, they did that because in the opening scene the characters joke kiss in the same way. We all know he would have picked Chris, cmon. Who, btw, was high as a fucking kite.

In general, this film is the talk of the town but the old motto of Olivia’s namesake about all press being good press doesn’t really apply here. She made such a spectacle of this and the film doesn’t nearly hold up, and all everyone’s talking about is how insane this rollout have been. Her and Harry are the ones that are coming out of this worse, and I’m so happy he has My Policeman coming out soon because otherwise I fear his acting career might not have the longevity we all hoped.

Dear Venice anon,

Thanks for coming back! I love your details!

Trust me, the “cringe mist” was felt all the way over here. I was dying of second hand embarrassment for H. I think everyone with eyes and a working brain could see and feel the awkward and cringe vibes. And everyone ignoring Olivia, especially Florence and Harry, was abundantly obvious!

I just hope that whatever they're doing, this marks the start of the "are they still together?" press that inevitably ends in breakup articles everywhere when the movie drops.

Olivia's got what was coming for her. She greedily lapped up every single ounce of Harry Styles' fame for herself for the past two years, and inserted herself in every single tabloid and narrative to sell this movie. Her team must SUCK, because evidently they're a bunch of yes-people, bc no way a good team would have advised her to do this knowing full well her movie doesn't hold up. Heck, the entire fandom has been saying this for years - so that's evidence enough.

I kind of love that Harry kissed Nick after the movie was shown. Everyone in attendance obviously knew his joke - but to literally the rest of the world who hasn't seen the movie yet, to them and the press, it's Harry Styles excitedly kissing his male co-star after ignoring his alleged girlfriend during her own movie premiere. THAT speaks volumes tbh.

I agree, I am SO GLAD that H has My Policeman coming bc all the press he's gotten from DWD and his interviews, paired with the film's terrible reviews would have meant certain death to his acting career otherwise. "Just another singer who thinks they can act". I'm VERY hopeful that his name and acting career are redeemed thru My Policeman. The film, and Harry's Tom, have gotten nothing but praise so far. And the fact that the whole cast has already won an award is so telling.

I knewwwww Chris was high as kite kauhgdkasjhd he looked it. Damn he had a lot on his shoulders: promoting a movie he doesn't want to be associated with, with a director he doesn't like, for a film he knows is shit, AND he was the designated Holivia buffer all day, having to sit and stand between them or next to Olivia all day long so that H could be as far from her as possible. GOD - I too would like to not be sober for that.

I'm sad for Harry that Olivia's greed, unprofessionalism and lack of directing talent affected his performance in this movie so terribly. he got no time to rehearse, as he jumped on the project merely a few weeks before filming. Had no time to work thru things with a dialect coach, flesh out scenes or receive good direction for the final takes.

Glad your friend realizes his queerness. Sad it had to be this way tho. It does remind me of when we got those god awful holivia yacht kissing pap pics - and everyone was like "ewwww Harry Styles must be terrible in bed! He has no sex appeal or knows how to touch that woman!".......which....well....self explanatory. I hope Harry gets to redeem his acting skills in a new movie where he can show that with a proper director, professional environment and adequate time for rehearsals he too can convey sexual chemistry and passion with a woman on screen. Real life tho....better step away from the stunts for a while.

#venice anon #venice film festival 2022 #venice film festival #dwd premiere #dwd red carpet #dwd reviews #chris pine #florence pugh #nick kroll #olivia wilde #olivia wilde is a narcissistic asshole #don't worry darling #dwd #sept 6 2022 #sept 2022 #holivia september 2022 #holivia

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footygirl114 · 2 years

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Chicas de Oro (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Part 2 of My Leah Euros fic! Thanks to everyone who has supported me these last few weeks as I’ve worked through some stuff. But I have a few ideas on the run right now so hopefully I can get a few more fics out for y'all this week :)

The one thing you would never compromise on was consent, and you respected the hell out of Leah for wanting to focus on her captaincy and the European tournament. Mind you this didn’t mean it made it hard to be around her, but you were both professionals and were not going to let it get in the way of winning this thing.

As a newer player on the team you didn’t see any playing time in the first game, you spent it on the bench, but you made sure you were the best bench player there. You cheered, you yelled at the ref, and you gave every player who was subbing on or off encouragement. While doing all this you also had a hard time not focusing on your captain.

The way she played was magical, she commanded the field better than anyone you had seen before, and watching her take charge when the refs made bad calls did something to you. You never thought you had a thing for someone with power, but watching Leah awakened something inside of you. The first time she was in the refs face for a bad call you could feel your self heat under the blush that dusted your cheeks when all you could picture was her pining you to a wall.

Squeaking out a 1-0 win in the first game was not enough for many of your teammates, the next few days between the games were tense and involved a lot of strategy and video sessions. Watching Leah again in her element leading this team became a fascination for you.

The second game you didn’t expect to see any playing time either, you knew your role and you were okay with gaining the experience. What you didn’t expect was for the game to be 6-0 at the half. It was something no one expected but the team was buzzing. It also meant that you would get a chance to sub in during the 55th minute.

Standing on the touch line beside 2 of your best friends waiting to be subbed in to a European championship game was a feeling you dreamed of but never thought you’d ever experience. When Kiera ran over and reached out to double high five you a pull you into a hug kicked you into motion. “kick ass Y/N” you head Keira say as she pulled away and you jogged towards your spot in front of the defences.

As you jogged to your position you met Leah’s eyes and she offered you a smile, thumbs up and a wink. Looking at the confidence she had in you made you believe you could really do this.

It was only a few minutes later that your team was awarded a corner, as the centre backs jogged in to get a head on the ball, you remained slightly further outside the 18 ready to assist on any fast breaks.

You watched as Beth swung a beauty of a ball into the 18 yard box, watching the arc you thought Alessia would be getting her head on it, but at the last second the goalie got a fist to it and knocked it out. The ball was now heading directly towards you, as you stepped up to it you took a half second to shoulder check and saw you had a second before anyone would be on you. As it came in to your left foot you immediately one touched it across your body and lined up with your right and hammered it.

As soon as the ball left your foot you knew it was a goal. You had an uncanny ability to hit a target from almost anywhere near the 18 yard box. You knew this was going to hit the inside of the left post. As you looked up and confirmed what you already knew, you immediately jumped up and fist bumped the air.

Before taking off towards Leah who had been coming right to you, you jumped and she caught you, wrapping your legs around her waist you could feel the rest of the team surrounding you. As you slowly lowered your self from her body, her hands remained on your hips and you could feel her breath on your ear as she whispers “I am so proud of you” You would’ve thought she pressed a kiss below your ear but you couldn’t be sure.

When she finally pulled back she kept one arm around your waist as you both walked back towards your half for the restart. You met Alessia’s eyes as you were walking back and as she raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner you immediately could feel the blush on your cheeks as Leah squeezed and pulled her arm away to move to her position.

Unfortunately for the team, but fortunately for you, Kiera went down hard in the final round robin game against Northern Ireland. Luckily the team had already clinched a round of 16 spot, which meant when you were subbed in for her you didn’t feel too much pressure to preform. You still met Leah’s eyes as you subbed in and could see the confidence she has for you in them.

Yet, when the night before the quarter final game against Spain the team was in a meeting room before dinner when Kiera walked in with a walking cast on her ankle. You could feel your stomach immediately knot with nerves as you listened to the announcement that she would be out for the rest of the tournament.

You felt Alessia place her hand on your hand and squeeze, and you met Leah’s eyes as she was standing at the front of the room with the coaches. You could feel the support and confidence but the nerves and anxiety were crushing you. As soon as the opportunity arose at the end of the meeting you leaned over to Alessia to let her know you were going to your room and not wait for you for dinner.

Alessia was the only person who knew how nerves and anxious you could get so you trusted her to make sure that you got the space you needed. As soon as you were in the elevator away from prying eyes you could feel the pressure tighten in your chest and had to hold it in to make it to your room.

Sprinting off the elevator you got to your room as quick as possible, and once you were inside you felt the little hold you had on your emotions finally break. Feeling the tears track down your cheeks and your breaths start to become heavy you found the darkest corner of the room and sat down with your head between your knees.

Hours, minutes, seconds you had no idea. All you could focus on was your breathing and getting your self under control. You were so focused on it you didn’t hear the door open or Leah’s soft voice calling out to you. It wasn’t until you felt her hand on the back of your neck did you realise someone else was there.

Jolting sightly you turned your head enough to peak out and see her sitting beside you, she was sitting cross legged with one arm on the back of your neck and the other rubbing up and down on your shin. Shaking your head to try and send her away you were interrupted by her before you could send her off “Y/N, its okay. I am just going to sit here until you feel better. We don’t have to say anything.”

Nodding you turned your head back down as you continued to try to control your breathing. Minutes passed of her rubbing the back of your neck and up and down your shin. She kept her promise and didn’t say anything just sat there and comforted you. When you finally felt like you were able to breath you broke the silence with a whispered “I’m sorry.”

Immediately Leah is shaking her head a she says “Do not apologise for having feelings and emotions Y/N.”

“I do, I should be able to handle it better.” You tell her quietly, finally lifting your head to wipe your tears. Before you can Leah has reached her hands out and used both her thumbs to wipe the tears from under your eyes.

She keeps one hand on your cheek and moves the other to cover your hand that was on your knee with hers. Squeezing your hand she says “I am here for you, and if you want to talk about it, I am also here for you.”

All you can see is the comfort and understanding in her eyes. “I dont know if I can do it Leah.”

“Do what?” She asks softly.

Breaking eye contact you look down as you say “Be the player you need me to be, be Keira’s replacement”

“Oh Y/N” she says in a soft tone. She uses the hand that is still on your cheek to force you to meet her eyes as soon as she’s looking into your eyes she says “Listen, you know I want to win more than anything. And you know I would not let anyone who I didn’t think was going to help us win play. Y/N do not repeat this but I am almost glad she got hurt. I need you out there with me.”

As she’s speaking you can feel the knot that had started in your stomach start to loosen. Her unwavering faith in you to play well brings you a bit a hope that you can do this. You grasp her hand that still on yours as you ask “Do you really mean that?”

“Y/N, I have 110% faith that you will be the key to us winning this thing. You are an amazing player and I am so glad you will be playing right in front of me.” She says with a small smile to you.

“Thank you” you say to her quietly.

She smiles as she leans forward towards you and says “no need to thank me, you playing in front of me gives me confidence but also gives me the opportunity to watch your cute butt.”

You can feel the blush on your cheeks as she presses a kiss on your cheek and continues to pull you into a hug. Sinking in to the comfort of her hold you again feel like you can do this.

It why when you start the next game and are waiting for the ref to blow the whistle you turn toward Leah and when you meet her eyes you realise hers were really on your ass, and when she does meet your eyes she offers you a smirk and a wink. You can feel the blush, but you also feel the nerves settle and you know she was doing it to settle you and it worked.

Winning the quarters was a feeling you will never forget, but the tension you feel the next few days building with Leah almost tops it. It starts the day after the quarter finals, the team has just finished training and is doing recovery.

Alessia, Ella and yourself decide to head to the ice baths for recovery, the three of you are laughing and distracted when you walk into the room. When you finally look up you meet Leah’s eyes who is submerged in an ice bath watching the three of you. Your Manchester team mates have no idea about what’s been going on with you and Leah so when Ella asks “You almost done Captain?” you think nothing of it.

Immediately Leah looks at her watch and responds “Not quite but you guys are welcome to join me”

Nodding Alessia responds “Sounds cool”

Laughing you hear Ella say to her “Nerd” as you whack her arm for the silly pun.

Meeting Leah’s eyes you can see the smile on her face as she clearly finds the three of you amusing. As you are watching her you see her subtly nod to the end of her tub. Since there is only 2 ice baths one of you will need to share with her and based on Ella and Alessia already getting in the other one together you know it will be you.

As you move towards the end of her tub you hear the girls still going on about puns and jokes about the cold weather. Leah hasn’t looked away from you and her heated gaze is locked on you as you pull your tank off leaving you in a sports bra. You lower yourself into the cold water with a hiss and settle across from Leah who still hasn’t moved her eyes off of your body.

“Y/N will agree with me!” you hear Ella say breaking the spell you and Leah were under.

“What do I agree with?” you ask looking over at your two friends in the other ice bath.

Alessia rolls her eyes but says “that California is the best vacation spot”

“I do like the beaches there, but prefer more south like Mexico” You respond back.

Ella responds to you both with a flick of water at you “but all the celebrities in LA”

You laugh as Alessia tries to go on as you disagreed with Ella. But all you can see is that Leah’s timer has gone off and she is lifting her self out of the water, revealing the almost see through sports bra and the tiniest pair of spandex shorts. The water droplets that are dripping along her abs have drawn your eyes and you feel your mouth drop open.

Ella and Alessia are still distracted arguing about vacation spots when Leah wraps a towel around herself and as she breezes by you to leave she runs her hand over your shoulder and leans down and whispers in your ear “You may want to think about a cold shower Y/N” her warm breath giving you shivers that do so much more than the water.

It takes you an embarrassing amount of seconds to come back into reality after he display and it isn’t until Alessia splashes you with water that you come back to it. “Did you like the show Y/N?”

Turning towards her you see her and Ella both looking at you with amused expressions on their face. “What?” you ask them

The look at each other and decide to ask “Do you want to tell us about your massive crush on Leah?”

Blushing hard you deny it “No, there is no crush.”

Laughing Alessia says “Y/N it’s fine, we get it. We do not need to talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” you tell them.

They both look at each other again and Ella laughs and says “Sure Y/N.”

The next moment comes a few days later, you both have spent a lot of time with the team and it was a mutual understanding that you both kept the flirting to a minimum when the team was around. Ella and Alessia being the exception apparently.

It was after the epic semi-final blowout that the team is in the change room celebrating. Alessia scored an unreal goal and you, Ella and Alessia are dancing it out. It was post game and all three of you are in your game shorts but have lost your jerseys and are just left in sports bras. Most of the team was in the same boat.

Finally relaxing after having so much pressure on you, you let the celebrations take over you and relax. You loved to dance, but this was more bouncing around to the beat. Almost half the team was up and dancing and the rest were scattered around the change room, it wasn’t until Alessia spun you around the you locked eyes with your captain.

She was frozen across the room, sitting on a bench with Mary and Beth who seemed to be in deep conversation over Leah as she was sat between them watching you. You couldn’t believe the desire you could see in her eyes. It was like she was looking deep into your soul and was ready to rip you apart.

You wanted to get lost in that gaze but when you see Ella making her way towards Leah you knew it meant trouble. She wondered over and dragged the three of them on to the makeshift dance floor. Trying not to be obvious you turned back towards Alessia who had seen the whole exchange was watching you with a smirk on her face.

Shaking your head you go to say something when you feel a body wrap around your back as Ella drags you back to the group. Her and Alessia squeeze you into a circle with the team ensuring the tyou are pressed up against Leah.

As the volume gets turned up more you feel Leah’s hand settle low on your waist as she turns towards you and leans in to your ear and says “That wasn’t fair Y/N”

You laugh as you continue to jump and dance and you can see her eyes still drag down your torso where you are still clad in your sports bra, abs on full display. Following her eyes you smirk and whisper “You know you could have had me already.”

You can feel the shudder run through her as she says “you are killing me here Y/N”

Before you can respond the music is turned down and the team settles to leave the change room, you pull away from her but not before you feel her hand run right across the small of your back.

Later when you are back in your hotel room after dinner you had come up to FaceTime home and shower, while you know they had a captains meeting. You knew that Leah was in a meeting and you would be alone for a bit. Music on while you showered you never heard her come in.

Walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your waist and airpods in your ears you walk right out of the room and right into Leah who is in her underwear and sports bra changing for bed.

She immediately grabs your upper arms to steady you and if it wasn’t for the fact that you were pressed against her your towel would have fallen right off. Pulling your AirPods out of your ears you say to her “I am so sorry, I thought you were in your meeting.”

Still pressed against you she moves her hand down to grab your hand and the other to place on your hips over the towel. “It’s okay, it ended early.”

You move your arms to readjust your towel and then place your hands on her arms and you ask “Leah?”

Nodding she looks at you questioningly.

“Please tell me I am not alone in this.” you almost plead with her.

She looks at you again and says “You know you are not Y/N” you can see the but coming as she says “But I cant.”

Nodding you pull away and grab your pjs to get ready for bed, as you go to close the bathroom door your hear her say “I wish it was different Y/N”

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you take a moment as you sit on the edge of the tub thinking about what you just did. You kick your self for even doing that in the first place. You shouldn’t have asked and enjoyed the banter you both had together without the added pressure. Deciding then to just focus on the final you buried the feelings.

The next few days pass and you distract your self with Alessia and Ella’s antics and you are mostly able to avoid Leah. She has been in a lot of pre game media and meetings that she is not around as much which helps. As you are walking out at Wembley you feel the nerves settle in again and you can feel the tightness in your chest.

After the team pictures when your settled on the field you do one last spin and meet Leah’s eye who offers you a small smile and a wink, and it helps to settle your nerves.

35 minutes in and you are not on your game, after a silly foul that gives Germany a free kick out side your box you know you are a bit in your head.

As the trainer comes on for the injured German you feel a hand on your arm and turn towards Leah who looks at you as she says “Y/N, I need you. I need you to focus for me.”

Looking at her you see that same unwavering belief she had for you even before it all blew up. You know that if anything you owed it to her to go out and kick butt.

It helps, her unwavering faith gives you the confidence you need to finish this game in the way you know how. And when the final whistle goes you immediately feel Alessia on your back and as you wrap your arms around her leg you spin her around. It was and unreal feeling to do this with your best friends.

As the team starts to gather you feel Alessia hop off your back, and you start to work your way around the team with congratulations and hugs. Going through all of the after game celebrations was one of the best things you have experienced the atmosphere at Wembley was unreal. Of course the celebrations continued into the change rooms.

The dance party started, and as you were bouncing with the girls you felt eyes on you again. Turning you knew it was Leah, and as she was standing across the group and you locked eyes it felt like everything else faded away. You froze you could feel the connection but it was not for you to break, she needed to be the one to do it this time.

As you thought this she was across the room in front of you in a second. One hand reached out to grasp your hip, and the other on the side of your face both pulling you in. As she did this she did not look away from your eyes. You place both your hands on her ribs and nod slightly as she bridges the gap and presses her lips to yours.

Everything else fades away and all your senses are invaded with Leah. Hours could have passed and you wouldn’t have noticed. When you did break the kiss it was because you both were getting sprayed with champagne. As you pull away she keeps her hands on your hips and keeps you close.

“Called it” you hear Ella and Alessia arguing behind you and you can hear Beth yell “Yes Leah finally!”

“I am sorry it took me so long” she whispers in the space between you.

You look deep into her eyes as you tell her “It was worth it in the end, you got the trophy and the girl.” The smile that light sup her face is blinding and she closes the distance and presses her lips to yours in a deep kiss.

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